Lyrics: Cashmere Small/Kion Monsanto/Joshua Jubilee
Music: Cashmere Small/Kion Monsanto/Joshua Jubilee
[Chorus: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
Got an attitude, but you bad as shit, so I ain't mad at you
And you tatted too, what I gotta do to be having you?
I play the avenue, top-five slizzy and a savage too
And your ass fat, know you eat your rice and your cabbage too
She a savage too, I'm a savage too, it's compatible
She was talkin' practice, had to cut her off, got a badder boo
I ain't chicken tender, if you **** my brother, I ain't mad at you
****in' in the kitchen, we ain't even make it to the master room
Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it different and she tatted too
[Verse 1: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
And she independent, swear this b***h is different and she nasty too
Yeah, my body different, when I'm off a yidda, I'm an animal
And her body different, I'ma eat on that b***h like I'm Hannibal
I'ma act an fool, I get active too, I'ma eat that p***y like an edible
For sure, tss
I'm off a Percocet, but lil' mami be poppin' that Adderall
For sure, tss
That p***y be perfect wet, when you in it, it feel like it's grabbing you
For sure, tss
I know they mad at you, but I had to do what I had to do
For sure, tss
She got an attitude, when she suck the d**k, it's like she mad at you
For sure
[Bridge: Bay Swag]
I want y'all to go back, go back
Just like, "And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube"
Yup, that's me
Magic
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
[Verse 2: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
Dunkin' shit like NBA, would've thought a nigga was from Baton Rouge
Made her sign an NDA, **** what niggas say, we don't follow rules
Put that p***y on my face, get your p***y drank like some Mountain Dew
In Miami, I'm with Lou, we found somethin' new at the Fontainebleau
They ain't givin' mouth like you, make it bounce like you, make it bounce like you
If I need to hit you up just to get a nut, I can count on you
Lately, I've been sippin' drank, switchin' hella states, I ain't in the mood
Slidin' in the Bentley truck with a Spanish b***h, put her in some Loub'
For sure (For sure)
She blow the d**k like it was a flute
For sure
P***y so good, I'm never dubbin' you
For sure, tss
We met at the Ritz Carl', not the W
For sure
I mix the honey and Henny, I'm tryna have fun with you
For sure
[Chorus: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
Got an attitude, but you bad as shit, so I ain't mad at you
And you tatted too, what I gotta do to be having you?
I play the avenue, top-five slizzy and a savage too
And your ass fat, know you eat your rice and your cabbage too
She a savage too, I'm a savage too, it's compatible
She was talkin' practice, had to cut her off, got a badder boo
I ain't chicken tender, if you **** my brother, I ain't mad at you
****in' in the kitchen, we ain't even make it to the master room
Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it different and she tatted too