Yeah Yeah
Baby girl imma trap star
Riding around like Nascar
Baby girl this the last par
Try to live with a broken heart
Lil shorty and she left a scar
Baby girl you so sweet like tart
Smoking gas yea I'm smoking fart
Hit the dash right out my heart
Baby girl just give me a minute
I look for your racks where the f*ck is it
Boy you so cap you know you don't get it
Ysl Kory you know that we get it
Hit up the mall you know that I spend it
Shoutout to berg and shout out to bridges
You nigga is lame you getting no bitches
Get to the guap I get to the riches
Leave my f*cking bro just f*cking leave me alone bro
Don't f*cking talk to me f*cking weird She say try again
Pull up in that Benz
Baby girl I got the bands
No I don't wanna be friends
Got work on a Sunday
Might go hit London
Making bands in abundance
Pull up to the functions
Baby girl I can't function without you
He getting the money deduction a frown too
You niggas is so disappointing sad
Baby it's you Im appointing caring
Do me a favor don't hit my line
If you want someone to talk to go tell someone hi
When I post up these racks don't text me hi
Don't you swipe up on my story cause I will not reply Might mix the percs with the sprite or the lean for surprise Peep my shit on IG Live