Uh, uh, uh
In this shit, I've been feelin' like him
Steppin' out when I go to the gym
Vince Carter, I break off that rim
Real life, no, this shit not a scrim, yeah, yeah
I've been drunk and out my head
I've been drunk and out this bed
Your boyfriend's skinny, all our pockets fed
He on that silly shit, ain't bout the bread
I told her, sit up and spread
Told that bitch ass lil' boy, break a leg
She keep askin' me why, like Ceg
You won't get it, I won't even say it
Swing that brand new ARP and spray it
Brand new number nine, this shit archaic
Patagonia, I don't rock Arcteryx
Play my music loud lil' bitch, I'ma blare it
Bust his muffin top and shoot at that carrot
Baddest bitch all on me, know I won't share it
Tryna play with mine lil' bitch, you won't dare it
Spinny Kenny on this block like ferris
Ain't no fishy, bitch, but I just bagged a aquarius
Play with the gang, bitch and this shit get mysterious
Oh, she on her period
I said, why, in the world, where are you serious?
Swing through trees with it stick, like I'm curious
Got this purp' in my cup like Beerus
XO, XO, leave her in kisses(yeah)
You tryna flex hoe, granting your wishes
I'm a pop star, next with the pictures
I ain't hearing shit, you just glitches, yeah
Two tone, tuck that stick
Walk in, f*ck your bitch
I feel good as shit
I feel like I'm him
Tim Duncan, I'm takin' the rim
I'm f*ckin' my favorite, she slim
Sip Wock and you sippin' on skim
Don't talk to me, boy, you is trim
Ha, I don't even know where to begin
I get on this bitch and I spit
Boy, you foldin' out over your kin
Lil Pussy boy, go get a grip
Go get it right, lil' hoe
I sip Hitech, bro
My dash digital
I'm on the floor
Bitch I press it, go
Lil' bitch, I'm on the road
My lil' twin made honor roll
Pull off with NyNy, let's go
I put that nine on your mind and it blow
IT with the tech at his spine, make him float
Just spent like nine on a designer coat
She wanna give up the neck, cause that's how the life go
Helmut Lang with the Prada, bitch, I'm in my mode
Tryna ride on the wave, but you can't get a boat
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Uh, uh, uh
In this shit, I've been feelin' like him
Steppin' out when I go to the gym
Vince Carter, I break off that rim
Real life, no, this shit not a scrim, yeah, yeah
I've been drunk and out my head
I've been drunk and out this bed
Your boyfriend's skinny, all our pockets fed
He on that silly shit, ain't bout the bread
I told her, sit up and spread
Told that bitch ass lil' boy, break a leg
She keep askin' me why, like Ceg
You won't get it, I won't even say it
Swing that brand new ARP and spray it
Brand new number nine, this shit archaic
Patagonia, I don't rock Arcteryx
Play my music loud lil' bitch, I'ma blare it
Bust his muffin top and shoot at that carrot
Baddest bitch all on me, know I won't share it
Tryna play with mine lil' bitch, you won't dare it
Spinny Kenny on this block like ferris
Ain't no fishy, bitch, but I just bagged a aquarius
Play with the gang, bitch and this shit get mysterious
Oh, she on her period
I said, why, in the world, where are you serious?
Swing through trees with it stick, like I'm curious
Got this purp' in my cup like Beerus
XO, XO, leave her in kisses(yeah)
You tryna flex hoe, granting your wishes
I'm a pop star, next with the pictures
I ain't hearing shit, you just glitches, yeah
Two tone, tuck that stick
Walk in, f*ck your bitch
I feel good as shit
I feel like I'm him
Tim Duncan, I'm takin' the rim
I'm f*ckin' my favorite, she slim
Sip Wock and you sippin' on skim
Don't talk to me, boy, you is trim
Ha, I don't even know where to begin
I get on this bitch and I spit
Boy, you foldin' out over your kin
Lil Pussy boy, go get a grip
Go get it right, lil' hoe
I sip Hitech, bro
My dash digital
I'm on the floor
Bitch I press it, go
Lil' bitch, I'm on the road
My lil' twin made honor roll
Pull off with NyNy, let's go
I put that nine on your mind and it blow
IT with the tech at his spine, make him float
Just spent like nine on a designer coat
She wanna give up the neck, cause that's how the life go
Helmut Lang with the Prada, bitch, I'm in my mode
Tryna ride on the wave, but you can't get a boat
In this shit, I've been feelin' like him
Steppin' out when I go to the gym
Vince Carter, I break off that rim
Real life, no, this shit not a scrim, yeah, yeah
I've been drunk and out my head
I've been drunk and out this bed
Your boyfriend's skinny, all our pockets fed
He on that silly shit, ain't bout the bread
I told her, sit up and spread
Told that bitch ass lil' boy, break a leg
She keep askin' me why, like Ceg
You won't get it, I won't even say it
Swing that brand new ARP and spray it
Brand new number nine, this shit archaic
Patagonia, I don't rock Arcteryx
Play my music loud lil' bitch, I'ma blare it
Bust his muffin top and shoot at that carrot
Baddest bitch all on me, know I won't share it
Tryna play with mine lil' bitch, you won't dare it
Spinny Kenny on this block like ferris
Ain't no fishy, bitch, but I just bagged a aquarius
Play with the gang, bitch and this shit get mysterious
Oh, she on her period
I said, why, in the world, where are you serious?
Swing through trees with it stick, like I'm curious
Got this purp' in my cup like Beerus
XO, XO, leave her in kisses(yeah)
You tryna flex hoe, granting your wishes
I'm a pop star, next with the pictures
I ain't hearing shit, you just glitches, yeah
Two tone, tuck that stick
Walk in, f*ck your bitch
I feel good as shit
I feel like I'm him
Tim Duncan, I'm takin' the rim
I'm f*ckin' my favorite, she slim
Sip Wock and you sippin' on skim
Don't talk to me, boy, you is trim
Ha, I don't even know where to begin
I get on this bitch and I spit
Boy, you foldin' out over your kin
Lil Pussy boy, go get a grip
Go get it right, lil' hoe
I sip Hitech, bro
My dash digital
I'm on the floor
Bitch I press it, go
Lil' bitch, I'm on the road
My lil' twin made honor roll
Pull off with NyNy, let's go
I put that nine on your mind and it blow
IT with the tech at his spine, make him float
Just spent like nine on a designer coat
She wanna give up the neck, cause that's how the life go
Helmut Lang with the Prada, bitch, I'm in my mode
Tryna ride on the wave, but you can't get a boat
Writer: Jalen Dumas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid