Lyrics: Aiden Low
Music: Aiden Low
[Intro]
(And these b***hes say my name)
I’m in my own class coupe, b***h
Rid the ego, keep it going (Yeah)
He wanna be me, that’s jokes
I stay coated up in my Rick Owens(Woah)
Come and take a bout
Pass around the loud
Hoe like me ‘cause I got it
Had to save ‘em from this drought
Turn the speakers up
Bass hitting like blaow
Got that b***h wet like water
I cannot wife not one of these thots
I treat they ass like they my runners
Get to my spot
And I light that b***h up with my feet
My Balenci steppas’
Slow like a slug
This c*****e got me feelin’ near nirvana, woah
1 cup, 2 cups, 3 cups, 4 cups
5 cups, 6, 7 thots
All of my peers, they bots, woah
And I put that s**t on God again
Moving like I need a cardigan, woah
Had to get up my bed, out my slumber, man, woah
Every room I walk in on my life, I’m top 5
Outta these cats, I’m number one
Yeah, take back what’s mine
Too many s***s, shit stay automatic
Just how I like
You would think I’m being funny
F**king yo’ b***h to her stomach
Got that b***h wet like water
I cannot wife not one of these thots
I treat they ass like they my runners
Get to my spot
And I light that b***h up with my feet
My Balenci steppas’
Slow like a slug
This c*****e got me feelin’ near nirvana, woah
1 cup, 2 cups, 3 cups, 4 cups
5 cups, 6, 7 thots
All of my peers, they bots
And I put that shit on God again
Moving like I need a cardigan, woah
Had to get up my bed, out my slumber, man, woah