Turn the f*ck up
Turn up
I seen bitch at the club, she got turned cause I made my move
Shit, girl in many ways, she said she like what I do
Bout to solve that mystery in me, bitch, I f*ck like Scooby Doo
I've been making money off the clock, I feel like overtime
All my niggas each get it wet, bitch, it's Oprah time
Blick on, blick on, blick on, blick on, blick, made it clean to a mess
Feel like Mr. Clean with the swift, I'm bout to clean the mess
I write my name on the whip because you ain't know I paid the rest
On the beat, I speak my mind, so what the f*ck is even stress
If you don't got enough, you know that I would get the rest
Here in the hood with the blick, yeah, we call this shit the text
Smoke a blunt with my nigga Benji, can we smoke the dress
She ain't hit it dead, got it dropped, man, that bitch a freak
Bitch, I got that Henny in me, better take a blunt, bitch
Said she wanna f*ck on the team, had to let her go
I just got like three or four pounds from my ghetto
She a little freak, so you know I had to let her go
Said she wanna chill with the guys, she tryna toss a pose
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
She a freak, so you know she giving sloppy top
Wah, wah, wah
She a freak, so you know she giving sloppy top
Yeah, sloppy top
She a freak, so you know she giving sloppy top
Hop in that bed, baby, eat me up just like a mop