We Pass Flirting

[Intro]
1900
You know how that shit go, man
Told the bitch, "Come ride with me," you know?
(RonRon, do that shit)
Yeah
Look

[Chorus]
You know I fuck with you, what you tryna do?
I'm chillin' at the house and you can slide through
I'm not them other niggas that you had, boo
Ayy, plus I'm in the streets, I'm moving fast too
Expensive shit on your bags, I'm talkin' Birkins
I flew you out to the island and we was surfin'
These bitches all on your page and they keep lurkin'
I'm goin' raw in that pussy, we past flirtin'

[Verse 1]
Look, ayy, you a bad bitch and you know that
You had to get in your bag, you had to show that
I see you movin' your ass, the way you throw that
I'm out here playin' with bands and I'm like, "Hold that"
We poppin' out in the city, we got it lit tonight
We dropped the top of the coup, this was a different price
She know I'm still in the streets and I ain't livin' right
She can lean on me whеn she ain't feelin' right
Look, we known in the city, you thе baddest out
Ayy, you the most poppin', that's what they mad about
Ayy, you the type of bitch that I can brag about
Beat that lil' pussy, then I'm passin' out
Ayy, she know I'ma die about this shit
Everywhere I go, it's Glocks with a stick
Keep her out the way, I'ma keep her out the mix
Pull up in the seven, she gon' pull up in the six

[Chorus]
You know I fuck with you, what you tryna do?
I'm chillin' at the house and you can slide through
I'm not them other niggas that you had, boo
Ayy, plus I'm in the streets, I'm moving fast too
Expensive shit on your bags, I'm talkin' Birkins
I flew you out to the island and we was surfin'
These bitches all on your page and they keep lurkin'
I'm goin' raw in that pussy, we past flirtin'

[Verse 2]
Yeah, we state to state with this money, we tryna get it
Movin' fast, we ain't tryna catch feelings
I'm still trappin', I've been tryna make a million
My bitches get what they want, we really livin'
You the one around this bitch, you the truth
You stayed down for this shit, was never loose
Ayy, we gon' take it to the top, just me and you
Pullin' off from the lot, we buyin' two
Yeah, you a loyal bitch, you can ride with me
The type of bitch I see up on my side with me
She get nasty around me, she ain't shy with me
Subpoena this bitch to court and she gon' lie with me
She don't really sip, but she'll sip with me
Ayy, she ain't in the streets, but off the hip for me
Come around, close your mouth, don't do the lip with me
I taught the bitch to run it up, the rest is history

[Chorus]
You know I fuck with you, what you tryna do?
I'm chillin' at the house and you can slide through
I'm not them other niggas that you had, boo
Ayy, plus I'm in the streets, I'm moving fast too
Expensive shit on your bags, I'm talkin' Birkins
I flew you out to the island and we was surfin'
These bitches all on your page and they keep lurkin'
I'm goin' raw in that pussy, we past flirtin'