Look, if she wanna fuck, she gotta sign, ah, yeah, ooh
My shit drop Friday, couple hours (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout a couple hours (Wait a minute, who are you?)
Ah lit, this too (Ayy, yo, Kid)
Look, if she wanna fuck, she gotta sign for it (Mm)
I been on the road for seven months, I had time for it (Let's go)
Without an MBA (Let's go), ballin' NBA (Uh-huh)
She knew for five minutes, but she call a nigga bae
You know I like to switch the way I kick it
I shoot a tall nigga like a midget in two thousand dollar tennis (Okay)
I was getttin' blunt and chillin', reminiscin'
'Bout when my mama had two jobs, part time job at Wendy's (Let's go)
But now my mama want it, she can get it
Look at your Baby, rich ass
Nigga play with me, I put the .40 on his bitch ass
Mm, yeah, they like the way I kick that (Hold on)
Had to get back on my toes, she had a big ass
Prolly heard that KIRK droppin' at midnight, you need to grab it (KIRK)
I fell in love with guns when I used to see my daddy (Okay)
Spend it, pistols (Yeah), fully automatic
I'm pimpin', hoppin' out the whip like Uncle Aaron
My new shit drop a couple hours (Brrt, who dat?)
Your boo hitch need a couple dollars (Yeah, yeah)
True that, your girlfriend ours
My bitch was speakin' Spanish, like the bitch was playin' Power
You know this be produced by the Kiddo
Don't make me put the scat pack up and pull up on you in a Benzo (Mm)
You know my paper longer than a limo
I bend her over backwards, bitch flexible
Look like we playin' limbo (Yeah)
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