Yeah
Yeah
I got 2 phones, double digits, bitch can never reach
Pour my four inside my cup, tell that bitch I'm tryna lean (Woo)
Hop in inside the bitch pussy
Dry as f*ck I'm tryna leave
You can't never ever leave (Pussy)
You ain't never ever leaving me
Tell my story, and tell my truth, you gon' believe in me (Woo)
Remember the times you were down?
That bitch needed me
She like "you always talking 'bout money", Bitch I love the trees
All that ass clap music playin', I get that shit wacked
I got my thumb in her ass I know for a fact I'm lookin' for shit (Found it)
I found this shit (What?)
I gotta let go of this shit
I don't even want that ho no more, she keep talkin' shit (Blah Blah Blah)
Talm bout all these hoes, but you ain't never f*ck no bitch (Where the bitches at?)
He ain't get no puss I think he celibate (I think he celibate)
Made like 20 Ball with my gang, and we just celebrate
(Woo)
(Woo)
(Woo)
(Woo)
(Bleh)
(Bleh)
(Bleh)
(Bleh)