Selfish yo (Buddha bless this beat)
Wu-Tang, I don't got a rezzer
She be throwin' ass in the Sprinter
I be countin' racks on the shitter
Your baby mama bad, I got the sitter
I been doin' bad, I'm a sinner
She a rebound, I'm a sinner
Gab on his finger from the trigger
Water on me like a Brita, uh
First off bitch you talkin' to a don-don
To a don-don
It's whatever niggas wanna do, I'm on that time-time (Yeah)
I'm gettin' chicken out of that box, it's like Bonchon (Yeah)
Velour sweats, might pop out of some Sean John
Woo
Lay it down on her tummy, Black Force my gummies, uh
I'ma leave it all in her, she like her eggs a lil' runny
Have her legs all shaky, all my bitches gettin' naked
Nan nigga gon' stop me, nan nigga gon'
Y'all niggas finna make me, I be lit when I'm eighty (Woo, yeah)
Boy, I'm the biggest out
Whole lot of R.I.P's in your bio, y'all getting' spinned a lot (Yeah)
Pardi, what are you doing
Shit your nigga not
I spend five racks on these rings and she getting finger popped (That's crazy)
Gettin' money, that's cute (That's cute)
New bag, that's cute (That's cute)
High class, that's cute
Lil' ho ass, that's cute, aye
Take a bitch out the loop
Friends bad, that's group
Gram guns like a loop
Real bad, that's cute
New bag, that's cute, new ass, that's cute
You bad, that's cute, ho ass, you cute
You mad, that's cute, you mad, that's cute
You mad, that's cute, you mad, that's cute
Alfredo and mistakes, only thing hoes know how to make
If they still there then I'm not late, I thought we was on a break
Strip club on our first date, CVS be open late
I lick the whole side of her face, I love you, girl, like Andrew Tate
Two black trucks, that's how I move, fuck till she say I'm being cruel
I'm so straight on y'all fuck niggas, I don't even bend the top of my shoes
Bad bitch topless in my pool, I can sing, I don't need no tone, ooh ooh ooh
Talking 'bout millions, I got it in cash
Talking 'bout millions, you got it in views
I'm at the bag, you going outside, y'all lil' niggas must got it confused
Bad bitch, she tryna get flew, Baccarat, I got that whoop
I just got back in my groove, lose to y'all niggas, I refuse
Pretty hoes get Pucci, I put a hole in a goofy
She bad bad like Rubi, a classy lady like Suki
Get me roll on like sushi, my hood hoes love Tubi
She walked in it was laid down, she walked out it was poofy
That's crazy
Gettin' money, that's cute (That's cute)
New bag, that's cute (That's cute)
High class, that's cute
Lil' ho ass, that's cute, aye
That's cute
Take a bitch out the loop
Friends bad, that's group
Gram guns like a loop
Real bad, that's cute
New bag, that's cute, new ass, that's cute
You bad, that's cute, ho ass, you cute
You mad, that's cute, you mad, that's cute
You mad, that's cute, you mad, that's cute
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