Lyrics: Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Richard Ortiz
Music: Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Richard Ortiz
[Intro]
Woah, woah
I got sum for these niggas (Woah), I got sum for these hoes (Woah)
**** the internet (Woah), I know my pole never see a troll (Woah)
Beatin out her back, you would've thought that this bitch stole (Woah)
Princess [?], go (Woah)
His diamonds not shinin' (Woah)
My whole chain hit harder then yours, you gotta check them diamonds (Woah)
Neck on froze, everytime i walk in the room, i switch the climate (Woah)
Gun's are mine, I don't know [?], lookin, find it
God, [my grills?], iconic
She don't talk bout shit, she shinin'
Wake up, [?], bonnet
She a freak, want morning sex
Money free, want more than a chΠ΅ck
Money geek, I been [?]
This one chain costs a band
Take his chain, I was Armstrong, LancΠ΅
Now I'm jiggin, off X
**** the clothes, I'm tryna own land
**** these hoes, tryna stay focused
She a Flower Bomb, yea, Lotus
Alien, and Paul, no Logan
What I stay with twin, like Drake
These niggas keep rappin bout Drac's
I'm pushing up with 308's
Glock 40, my shirt, on my waist
I **** with that bitch, she got taste
She know that [?]
She don't know that I'm stayin with danger
Hairy coconut, her pussy amazing
Playin' cool, but her pussy the one
I already had 'em kick them out the spot, them bitches wasn't talkin bout nun
I'm makin her roll up my blunt
Can't kick it up, no, you can not punt
No Yves, the Saint Laurent
Got paper, I'm rollin my blunt
Bend it over I split on my cunt
Would've thought I was lickin the blunt
No crew, I do my own stunts
YVL, yea this how I front
[Verse]
Wake up, F1LTHY
She said she wanna **** a rockstar, yeah
Say so, these niggas not hard, yeah
Tell me more, we came way too far, yeah
She like Xans and coke, girl, tell me where you get this addiction (Yeah)
Tell me what's the problem, is it somethin' that I'm missin'? (Yeah)
I swear, I'm so done with these same bitches (Yeah)
She talk behind her friend back, it be them mean bitches (Yeah)
Said she won't talk to ya, you ain't got a mean wrist
You gotta have a mil', she can even spot a real Richard
Real expensive, this iced-out bitch, a blizzard
Now I cut you off, before I ever conversate with you
Chrome Hearts up, tatted, [?], I don't wanna converse with you
10K for the Rick Owens blazer, and we bump shit like arcader
Can't see me on your rader, give a ****, I'll never date her
This shit comin in, addin' up, where yo calculator?
GTSE Benz, stick on me, yeah that's how I spin
Glock'd, I can't let you know, I can't let you in
I can't let a bitch let me down, no not again