Lyrics: London Golston
Music: Darion Galloway
Prod.CXTO
[Intro]
Yo, ayy (Yo)
Yo (Yo), ayy (Y-yeah, CXTO)
Yo (Yo), ayy (Ayy)
Yeah (Yo), huh, ayy, huh (Let's do it)
[Chorus]
Nah, already knowin' what real and knowin' what's fake, yeah (Fake)
I gotta keep this shit bloody, I walk that boy down with a smile on my face, yeah (What's happenin')
Chopstick, this bitch got a scope, lil' boy better get out my way (My way)
We made a car flip then call up the bank, then everything gon' be okay (Alright)
Sound like a Martian, yeah, higher than space, you know I get higher than space (Space)
They know young Prada the one, this shit in they face, you niggas wanna replicate (Blatt)
I'm flippin' shit origami, we spin out a hunnid, lil' yotti gon' shoot through the gate (Flrrt)
Why would I comΠ΅ with lil' shawty, the ho ain't even minΠ΅, the ho is just somethin' for the gang (Gang)
[Post-Chorus]
Overly bad bitch who throwin' the throat who I don't want none but her face (Face)
Only do bad shit, no regular ho, you fine, you could be my baby (Baby)
Pullin' up big body, slatt truck, just picked up the ho' in the latest (Latest)
Ain't wanna **** 'til the racks was up, hell nah, you can't be my baby (My baby)
Pullin' up wide body, back it up and then hop in that AMG 'cedes (Brrt)
Sit on that couch, shit ain't addin' up, I smacked and she said I'm the greatest (Yeah)
He on that green shit, buyin' drugs, a tax symbol out for a makin' (Makin')
How do it feel, I don't need your love, I cut the ho out like some bacon
[Verse]
Cut the ho off like some bacon, yeah (What)
Blrrt on the curb, we sprayin', huh (Blrrt)
GLE, Prada escapin', yeah (Skrrt)
Bad shit, dig what I'm sayin', huh (Yeah-yeah)
We ain't even ****, we just layin', huh (Woah)
I got more guns than Iran, huh (Yeah)
Head up, P5, never ran, huh (Never ran)
Sealin' my Glock, this bitch tan, huh (It tan)
Glock with a flrrt, yaan-yaan, huh (Yaan-yaan)
I smacked that ho on the floor, huh (What)
Ain't even make it to the bed, huh (Ooh)
Like when she wear her hair red, yeah (Red)
Bird brain, think the sped, yeah (What)
Thot brain, bitch, I need now, huh (I need now)
Bitch, get the **** off the floor, huh (What)
She on her knees, she ain't prayin', huh (Damn)
Life is too short to be mad, huh (Mad)
I would not hold a grudge on you, it's nothin' but love, huh (Love)
Why would you think I'ma judge on you, shawty, I not even a judge, woo (Judge)
Smackin', I'm losin' my balance, damn, baby, I think you's a drug, uh (Drug)
Told her I think she should check on lil buddy, just took down the plug (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Nah, already knowin' what real and knowin' what's fake, yeah (And knowin' what's fake)
I gotta keep this shit bloody, I walk that boy down with a smile on my face, yeah (With a smile on my face)
Chopstick, this bitch got a scope, lil' boy better get out my way (Get the **** out my way)
We made a car flip then call up the bank, then everything gon' be okay (Okay)
Sound like a Martian, yeah, higher than space, you know I get higher than space (Higher than space)
They know young Prada the one, this shit in they face, you niggas wanna replicate (You niggas wanna replicate)
I'm flippin' shit origami, we spin out a hunnid, lil' yotti gon' shoot through the gate (Flrrt)
Why would I come with lil' shawty, the ho ain't even mine, the ho is just somethin' for the gang (Gang)
[Post-Chorus]
Overly bad bitch who throwin' the throat who I don't want none but her face (Face)
Only do bad shit, no regular ho, you fine, you could be my baby (Baby)
Pullin' up big body, slatt truck, just picked up the ho' in the latest (Latest)
Ain't wanna **** 'til the racks was up, hell nah, you can't be my baby (You can't be my baby)
Pullin' up wide body, back it up and then hop in that AMG 'cedes (That AMG 'cedes)
Sit on that couch, shit ain't addin' up, I smacked and she said I'm the greatest (Yeah)
He on that green shit, buyin' drugs, a tax symbol out for a makin' (Makin')
How do it feel, I don't need your love, I cut the ho out like some bacon (Cut the ho out like some, yeah)