(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Laughin', flexin', laughin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why these fuckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I fucked the swag up, drugs (Drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna fuck me, up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (Yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother, bitch
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherfucker, go talk to your mother
I might use a cutter, go pick up your brother, fuck her
Lover, lover
Laughin', flexin', laughin' (Yeah)
Why these fuckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I fucked the swag up, drugs (Drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna fuck me, up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (Yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother (Bitch)
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherfucker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherfucker, go pick up your brother
And I ain't talkin', motherfucker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherfucker
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