We love you baptist
Oh, oh
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
Drugs getting boring, had to switch up the flow
It's the party boy, you already know
Summertime coming, I'm myself so I'ma glow
Yeah, I made money, I'ma fly
Bottle full of Henny, bad bitches by my side
One kiss my cheek, the other grab my thighs
I'm up now, can't believe I used to wanna die
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
Skinny jeans, yeah, I'm dressed just like a hoe
Yeah, she likes me, I got expensive clothes
You ain't in the club, you're a clone
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, where's my phone?
Step into the rave
Fans take a pic, so I'm hiding my face
Feds stop me, I ain't tryna catch a case
But they recognize me, so I got away (Uh, uh)
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
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