[Clavish]
Whip the yay, let it dry by the window
Gave her two strokes, now she copying my lingo
My youngen on the other side tryna spill a vimto
I told her that I don't trap but then she heard my ringtone
Either way these pretty girls I got them on their tip toes, tip toes
My enemies I got them on their tip toes, tip toes
My favourite letter Z cause I flip those, flip those
Plugs don't trust me 'cause I ask where I stick those
[Clavish]
Your boyfriend he ain't got no backbone You said you want your back blown, niggas tryna backdoor That's why I've got a mash for
You don't really crash corn You rap 'bout the trap, but you ain't ever run yours
When my hood was hot, I was going OT Never saw my friends for time, I was with the dope fiends
I'm tryna put on for my whole team
My old ting cute, but my new ting pretty like the Maldives
My thick ting started going gym and got slim
My slim ting started going gym and got thick
Used to borrow, but nowadays I got my own sticks
I can do plain Jane or switch to a cold wrist
I got bitches from afar, I got bitches in the Brix
I got bitches from a opp block that I ain't never even linked
I got drillers that are smart and ones that never ever think
My straps come out to play, yours stay under the sink
[Clavish]
Whip the yay, let it dry by the window
Gave her two strokes, now she copying my lingo
My younger on the other side tryna spill a vimto
I told her that I don't trap but then she heard my ringtone
Either way these pretty girls I got them on their tip toes, tip toes
My enemies I got them on their tip toes, tip toes
My favourite letter Z cause I flip those, flip those
Plugs don't trust me 'cause I ask where I stick those
[Aitch]
I made millions from rap, I don't do crypto
Shit I been getting girls ever since I had a flip phone
Shawty got that brain tryna give me all that info
Got me putting rocks around her neck like she a Flintstone
And I got a hundred grand wrapped around my wrist (Whoo)
Pull up to your baby mums and fuck her till the kids home
I been whipping 'Raris, my little brodie tryna whip O's
You been acting weak cause your new chick got you on sim hold
If she wifey buy her a whip, we can't share one Jeep (No)
And I give her a couple bills to keep her hair on fleek
Tell her spin and I slide in, I'm tryna tear some cheeks
Now we're back to square one I swear this hair ain't cheap (shit)
Put her in a Maybach we ain't getting no cab
Heard she fucking with the boy, now her ex's are mad
Got more money than her pops, it must be stress for her dad
Played my cards, got the queen, and you ain't getting her back, bitch
[Clavish]
Whip the yay, let it dry by the window
Gave her two strokes, now she copying my lingo
My younger on the other side tryna spill a vimto
I told her that I don't trap but then she heard my ringtone
Either way these pretty girls I got them on their tip toes, tip toes
My enemies I got them on their tip toes, tip toes
My favourite letter Z cause I flip those, flip those
Plugs don't trust me 'cause I ask where I stick those
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