If I make a song bout shaking ass
Is you gon dance
If I throw a kickback
Is you canceling yo plans
If them bad bitches pop out
Niqqas popping rubber bands
Gang gon bang
Any way you want
Dick in the hands or
Dick in the pants aye
Can you bring yo brother
Cus I'ma be with my friend
Nah we ain't even related
They keep asking if we twins
Nah I don't want no man
Just be the Yang to my Yin
It's bigger than black and white
You want patron you want hen
You coming with the gang
Or you gon bring yo kin
Can't have no pussies
In my circle
Really
Who gon spin the bin
Who getting left out
And who all getting in
Can't answer questions
With a question
So don't question me again
Yes yes yes yeah I'm a
Mean ass bitch
I'm prolly tougher than yo nigga
Plug bouta come through
He talking 5-6 chickens
He moving all this weight
Got my pockets getting thicker
Ice me out feed me cake
Make my booty get a lil bigger
Told that ho stay in yo lane
Or I'ma bump 'er like a sticker
Pretty ass bitch in the mirror
I look like a walking filter
Tipping hoes when I see
Strippers Superstars
With no Big Dipper
If ain't no money in that bitch
She bouncing with the bartender
I can't hang out
With no bummy ass bitch
Bummy ass fit to match
Them bummy ass kicks
A whole bummy ass chick
Who chasing bummy ass dick
Fresh like my name Bebe Trap
And you my bummy ass kid bitch
If I make a song bout shaking ass
Is you gon dance
If I throw a kickback
Is you canceling yo plans
If them bad bitches pop out
Niqqas popping rubber bands
Gang gon bang
Any way you want
Dick in the hands or
Dick in the pants aye
Can you bring yo brother
Cus I'ma be with my friend
Nah we ain't even related
They keep asking if we twins
Nah I don't want no man
Just be the Yang to my Yin
It's bigger than black and white
You want patron you want hen
You coming with the gang
Or you gon bring yo kin
Can't have no pussies
In my circle
Really
Who gon spin the bin
Who getting left out
And who all getting in
Can't answer questions
With a question
So don't question me again
Yes yes yes yes
Yes I need the cake
No I can't make time
To be caked up
Yes I go outside with no makeup
Yeah hoes do need to
Pick they face up
And why hoes ain't got
They bank up man
Which nigga rolling
That stank up
If she keep staring at me
I'm sending shots
Shoot first ask questions later right
Love them nigga full of hatred
Say it's dank I think you fakin'
Yes I'm smoking on that Jamaica
I do be with the Haitians
Nah I don't steal I kill
So if I want it you dead
Then it's mine DUH
Make sure that my tech kel
Ask too many times
It add up to 9
Running up a bag
I'm tryna get my diamonds wet
Everything on my body
Cost a arm cost my leg
You hoes ain't anything like me
I'm always chasing a damn sac
Always running up a check
Like I'm a star up on the track
I am a star up on the track right
The beat just went off
What is that's bout
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If I make a song bout shaking ass
Is you gon dance
If I throw a kickback
Is you canceling yo plans
If them bad bitches pop out
Niqqas popping rubber bands
Gang gon bang
Any way you want
Dick in the hands or
Dick in the pants aye
Can you bring yo brother
Cus I'ma be with my friend
Nah we ain't even related
They keep asking if we twins
Nah I don't want no man
Just be the Yang to my Yin
It's bigger than black and white
You want patron you want hen
You coming with the gang
Or you gon bring yo kin
Can't have no pussies
In my circle
Really
Who gon spin the bin
Who getting left out
And who all getting in
Can't answer questions
With a question
So don't question me again
Yes yes yes yeah I'm a
Mean ass bitch
I'm prolly tougher than yo nigga
Plug bouta come through
He talking 5-6 chickens
He moving all this weight
Got my pockets getting thicker
Ice me out feed me cake
Make my booty get a lil bigger
Told that ho stay in yo lane
Or I'ma bump 'er like a sticker
Pretty ass bitch in the mirror
I look like a walking filter
Tipping hoes when I see
Strippers Superstars
With no Big Dipper
If ain't no money in that bitch
She bouncing with the bartender
I can't hang out
With no bummy ass bitch
Bummy ass fit to match
Them bummy ass kicks
A whole bummy ass chick
Who chasing bummy ass dick
Fresh like my name Bebe Trap
And you my bummy ass kid bitch
If I make a song bout shaking ass
Is you gon dance
If I throw a kickback
Is you canceling yo plans
If them bad bitches pop out
Niqqas popping rubber bands
Gang gon bang
Any way you want
Dick in the hands or
Dick in the pants aye
Can you bring yo brother
Cus I'ma be with my friend
Nah we ain't even related
They keep asking if we twins
Nah I don't want no man
Just be the Yang to my Yin
It's bigger than black and white
You want patron you want hen
You coming with the gang
Or you gon bring yo kin
Can't have no pussies
In my circle
Really
Who gon spin the bin
Who getting left out
And who all getting in
Can't answer questions
With a question
So don't question me again
Yes yes yes yes
Yes I need the cake
No I can't make time
To be caked up
Yes I go outside with no makeup
Yeah hoes do need to
Pick they face up
And why hoes ain't got
They bank up man
Which nigga rolling
That stank up
If she keep staring at me
I'm sending shots
Shoot first ask questions later right
Love them nigga full of hatred
Say it's dank I think you fakin'
Yes I'm smoking on that Jamaica
I do be with the Haitians
Nah I don't steal I kill
So if I want it you dead
Then it's mine DUH
Make sure that my tech kel
Ask too many times
It add up to 9
Running up a bag
I'm tryna get my diamonds wet
Everything on my body
Cost a arm cost my leg
You hoes ain't anything like me
I'm always chasing a damn sac
Always running up a check
Like I'm a star up on the track
I am a star up on the track right
The beat just went off
What is that's bout
Is you gon dance
If I throw a kickback
Is you canceling yo plans
If them bad bitches pop out
Niqqas popping rubber bands
Gang gon bang
Any way you want
Dick in the hands or
Dick in the pants aye
Can you bring yo brother
Cus I'ma be with my friend
Nah we ain't even related
They keep asking if we twins
Nah I don't want no man
Just be the Yang to my Yin
It's bigger than black and white
You want patron you want hen
You coming with the gang
Or you gon bring yo kin
Can't have no pussies
In my circle
Really
Who gon spin the bin
Who getting left out
And who all getting in
Can't answer questions
With a question
So don't question me again
Yes yes yes yeah I'm a
Mean ass bitch
I'm prolly tougher than yo nigga
Plug bouta come through
He talking 5-6 chickens
He moving all this weight
Got my pockets getting thicker
Ice me out feed me cake
Make my booty get a lil bigger
Told that ho stay in yo lane
Or I'ma bump 'er like a sticker
Pretty ass bitch in the mirror
I look like a walking filter
Tipping hoes when I see
Strippers Superstars
With no Big Dipper
If ain't no money in that bitch
She bouncing with the bartender
I can't hang out
With no bummy ass bitch
Bummy ass fit to match
Them bummy ass kicks
A whole bummy ass chick
Who chasing bummy ass dick
Fresh like my name Bebe Trap
And you my bummy ass kid bitch
If I make a song bout shaking ass
Is you gon dance
If I throw a kickback
Is you canceling yo plans
If them bad bitches pop out
Niqqas popping rubber bands
Gang gon bang
Any way you want
Dick in the hands or
Dick in the pants aye
Can you bring yo brother
Cus I'ma be with my friend
Nah we ain't even related
They keep asking if we twins
Nah I don't want no man
Just be the Yang to my Yin
It's bigger than black and white
You want patron you want hen
You coming with the gang
Or you gon bring yo kin
Can't have no pussies
In my circle
Really
Who gon spin the bin
Who getting left out
And who all getting in
Can't answer questions
With a question
So don't question me again
Yes yes yes yes
Yes I need the cake
No I can't make time
To be caked up
Yes I go outside with no makeup
Yeah hoes do need to
Pick they face up
And why hoes ain't got
They bank up man
Which nigga rolling
That stank up
If she keep staring at me
I'm sending shots
Shoot first ask questions later right
Love them nigga full of hatred
Say it's dank I think you fakin'
Yes I'm smoking on that Jamaica
I do be with the Haitians
Nah I don't steal I kill
So if I want it you dead
Then it's mine DUH
Make sure that my tech kel
Ask too many times
It add up to 9
Running up a bag
I'm tryna get my diamonds wet
Everything on my body
Cost a arm cost my leg
You hoes ain't anything like me
I'm always chasing a damn sac
Always running up a check
Like I'm a star up on the track
I am a star up on the track right
The beat just went off
What is that's bout
Writer: Princess Hakim
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid