Lyrics: Mikey Taylor
Music: Mikey Taylor
(Neilaworld)
(Ooh, ooh, I'm ready, ooh)
(Okay, okay, okay, uh)
(Okay, yeah, Pretti, Pretti, Pretti, Pretti)
Huh, yeah
Feel like Uzi, I can do it, you can do it
I was trippin' 'bout that girl, hit the blunt, gettin' looser (Gettin' looser)
It's a new world, uh, period, we movin'
[?] all the artistry, I think I might lose it
Bitch double crossin' me, bitch, well, cross your T's
Now I gotta call you back, it's stressin her from overseas
They want me to do back-to-back shows, too exhausted (Exhausted)
Huh, made a boss call, uh, I'm a boss bitch (Boss bitch)
Huh, lost cause, huh
Bear Brick on my dressers, it's Lacrosse (Alright)
Hood bitch tried my dick, man, she just a frog, huh, she amphibian
Bitch, I put the show on, I get anybody in
I'm gonna enjoy ****in' with you boys
Yeah, my spot been already made
I'm stuck in at zero place
You can have her through the week, but she mine on Wednesday
Sugar in the lemonade, you so beautiful today
Feel like Uzi, I can do it, you can do it
I was trippin' 'bout that girl, hit the blunt, gettin' looser (Gettin' looser)
It's a new world, uh, period, we movin'
[?] all the artistry, I think I might lose it
Bitch double crossin' me, bitch, well, cross your T's
Now I gotta call you back, it's stressin her from overseas
They want me to do back-to-back shows, too exhausted
Huh, made a boss call, uh, I'm a boss bitch
Baby, when you stressin' from this shit, I'm here for us (Ooh, ooh)
Why you tryna hide when we kiss? Or we ****? (Ha)
Damn, my brother told me "Never trust no one" (Ha)
Dropped a diss on me, brodie, I think that shit sucked (Shit sucked)
Dig this shirt, Denim on my body, yes, it's old stuff
Up and early, I was up and early, got my style up
Said she want me, yeah, she wanna **** me, baby, line up (****)
It's enough for all of you (Oh, yeah)
Huh, yeah
Feel like Uzi, I can do it, you can do it
I was trippin' 'bout that girl, hit the blunt, gettin' looser (Gettin' looser)
It's a new world, uh, period, we movin'
[?] all the artistry, I think I might lose it
Bitch double crossin' me, bitch, well, cross your T's
Now I gotta call you back, it's stressin her from overseas
They want me to do back-to-back shows, too exhausted (Exhausted)
Huh, made a boss call, uh, I'm a boss bitch (Boss bitch)
(Pretti, Pretti)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Ha, ha)