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Tell em' run the beat back
Bitch I'm bout' a make it pop-off
We was in the kitchen
Whipping, spitting, shit like hot sauce
She wan' hear a written
Bitch im coming off the top raw
Bitch do too much talkin'
And she still gon' get the lock-jaw
Fuck it I aint walking
Bitch im coming in a fast car
Swerving in a rarri'
You gon' think we playin nascar
Fuck it up
Shawty gotta body she a dancer
She gone off the molly
She just twerking in her blazers
Switch it up Bugatti
Now we changing our location
Banging kowasaki
See me pull-up in the spaceship
She think that im cocky
Bitch I know you gotta facelift
Rollin' in the mazzi' got me singing
She don't say shit
I been in the zone
Tryna' get up on the beat right
Shawty gimme' dome
Tryna get up on her feet right
Nah' don't call my phone
You probably need something to eat right
Bitch the way i'm living
Shit be three humid' degrees light
Call my baby girl
What it do doe'
Steady on a hovercraft
We taking off to Pluto
Bitch ain't no karate
We gon' kick this shit Naruto
Run-in' through her body
How we living in a loophole
Told her I don't know doe'
Go head snap a photo
Maybe shit'll last longer
Maybe shit go loco
Maybe you's a dodo
Knocking on my dodo
Shawty off the speak
Pippin lines of that coco
Holdup wait
Tell em' run the beat back
Bitch I'm bout' a make it pop-off
We was in the kitchen
Whipping, spitting, shit like hot sauce
She wan' hear a written
Bitch im coming off the top raw
Bitch do too much talkin'
And she still gon' get the lock-jaw
Fuck it I aint walking
Bitch im coming in a fast car
Swerving in a rarri'
You gon' think we playin nascar
Fuck it up
Shawty gotta body she a dancer
She gone off the molly
She just twerking in her blazers