Wolf Whistle

I saw this shawty on the side of the street, so i slid in the beam & i did a wolf whistle,
She sat in the seat & that butt got bigger,
She talking bout she wanna “fiddle my fiddle,”
Then her man keep talking that s*** but ima flame his behind like a god damn griddle,
Off my plate , he must want a nibble,
Ain’t my fault she wanna tickle my pickle,

She bouncing that shit in the bedroom but i ain’t no ball-player, i wouldn’t call that dribble,
Who tf play basketball in they nipples?
How tf i got her walking like she cripple?
No womanizer, no compromiser, i took his girl & he wasn’t the wiser,
Always in my biz, he must want a flyer,
Taking my style, I’m not a f’ing supplier,

I make hits, wear drip & that’s why your bitch always wanna do splits on my shit,
No competition, call it quits,
Soft like paste or a plate of grits,

Yoo cut the beat, cut the beat, mfs think I’m playing with them man, i took a step back, re-examined what’s hap so that, with attacks, i can reassert my stance,

I saw this shawty on the side of the street, so i slid in the beam & i did a wolf whistle,
She sat in the seat & that butt got bigger,
She talking bout she wanna “fiddle my fiddle,”
Then her man keep talking that s*** but ima flame his behind like a god damn griddle,
Off my plate , he must want a nibble,
Ain’t my fault she wanna tickle my pickle,

She bouncing that shit in the bedroom but i ain’t no ball-player, i wouldn’t call that dribble,
Who tf play basketball in they nipples?
How tf i got her walking like she cripple?
No womanizer, no compromiser, i took his girl & he wasn’t the wiser,
Always in my biz, he must want a flyer,
Taking my style, I’m not a f’ing supplier,

I blitz with the hits & the drip - no sticks & shawty like “how tf you rap like this?”
Come over here I’ll show you right quick,
I don’t need your friends but bring your clique,
& your clit,
Soon as i said that, bf pissed,
No regrets, i ain’t remiss,
Shitting on rappers, i got me a list,
No side diss,

Wassup Mamí, let me get your attention , post you everywhere - trade snap mentions,
You & your man looking like y’all got tension,
He can’t spoil you with that baby ass pension,

Saw you on my grip, so i went & clenched it,
Saw my fit, so i went & drenched it,
I twisted the nail of shooting my shot, so when the time came: i went & wrenched it

I saw this shawty on the side of the street, so i slid in the beam & i did a wolf whistle,
She sat in the seat & that butt got bigger,
She talking bout she wanna “fiddle my fiddle,”
Then her man keep talking that s*** but ima flame his behind like a god damn griddle,
Off my plate , he must want a nibble,
Ain’t my fault she wanna tickle my pickle,

She bouncing that shit in the bedroom but i ain’t no ball-player, i wouldn’t call that dribble,
Who tf play basketball in they nipples?
How tf i got her walking like she cripple?
No womanizer, no compromiser, i took his girl & he wasn’t the wiser,
Always in my biz, he must want a flyer,
Taking my style, I’m not a f’ing supplier