[ Featuring Kwazii ]
Outside with three hoes
Go ahead, call my bitch
Matching chrome heart fits
I don't wanna talk just run my shit
Yea
I don't wan' talk
I don't wanna talk bae run them lips
Yea
Soon as I get back home let's blitz
Shit getting scary
Seen him in person he ain't have the rackets the hoes or the chain guess the whole gang be sharing
Swear I don't recognize half of these niggas unless they be capping like Perry
Bro got a stick with a drum like a Tom for a nigga who feeling like a Jerry
That pussy fit me so tight
Feel like it's skinny jeans
Call her amiri
F*ck me and f*ck what you heard
Ok let's f*ck in the mirror
I wanna f*ck like we married
She popping percs like they nerds
Gas from Vancouver in Paris
I hit the jeweller from Europe
You gon feel sick don't compare it
I know you heard my lil track I'm a problem child baby don't have me embarrassed
I had to stiff arm the bouncer to get In the club give a f*ck if you carry
I just went bugs bunny on this lil bitch VVS with the carats
Had to go last four lines in a drought this a cup imma cherish
Promise it's all in the wrist
Yeah
I got some sports centre clips
Yeah
We going harder than them
Yeah
First quarter hop off the bench
Yeah
I gotta ball out the gym
Yeah
Drew up the play for the win
Yeah
Threw up a rack with a flick
Yeah
Yeah yeah
West side I'm keeping it trill
Yeah
Business expense for a meal
Yeah
I told the label a mill for me
I was just keeping it real
Yeah
I was just up in the hills
Okay
Two hoes wearing nothing but heels I woke up to this man that's just how I live so what?
Outside with three hoes
Go ahead, call my bitch
Matching chrome heart fits
I don't wanna talk just run my shit
Yea
I don't wan' talk
I don't wanna talk bae run them lips
Yea
Soon as I get back home let's blitz
(Kwazii)
