[Intro: Cochise & TisaKorean]

Okay, brrt (Ayy), okay

[Verse 1: Cochise, TisaKorean & prettifun]

Michael Phelps, I might dive in her DM (Okay, yeah)

Heard he mad 'cause I'm hittin' his BM (Okay)

Oh, you mad 'cause I'm hittin' your BM? (I am)

I get chicken like fuckin' Koreans (Okay, boogie)

I get chicken like fuckin' Koreans (Okay, ayy)

I start dancin' like TisaKorean

I might run to the chicken like hen (Booger)

Tell that ho I ain't playin' again (Boogie, booger)

I want you, I want you and your friends (Ooh)

How much bitches can fit in a Benz?

Huh, probably like three, but I got a bitch, so probably just one (TT)

I got some money, I'm hittin' her gums

Don't really try me 'cause I got a gun (Brrt)

I got a— (Hey, hey, what the hеll? What the hell?)

Osama Bin Laden, I walk in thе spot with a bomb on my motherfuckin' chest

My shooter, he crazy, my shooter, he white, I just gave that nigga some meth, shit

I don't even do it to fuel his addiction, I do it to make him progress (Yeah)

I do it to make 'em progress (Ayy)

Yeah, I do it to make 'em progress (Progress)

Got VVS all on my neck (My neck, ayy)

You look at my wrist, it's baguettes (Baguettes)

I look at your wrist and it's blank (Blank)

I look at your neck and it's blank (It's blank)

I look in your bag and it's blank (What the fuck? Ayy)

Fuck, this nigga a blank (What the fuck?)

This nigga a motherfuckin' bum (A bum)

This nigga, he live with his mum (His mum)

You probably gon' work at the Chum (You dumb)

My pockets, they bigger than Pun (Ayy)

I probably could play for the Suns

With Penny in 2001 (Silly)

I walk 'round this bitch like a pirate (Silly)

I'm dousing my body in rum (Silly)

Why the hell you invite in some niggas?

Give a fuck, I start fightin' these niggas (Silly)

Turn to Tyson, start bitin' these niggas (Silly)

Bryson Tiller, start singin' to bitches

Get to hittin' these bitches, like Sabers

I don't need to rap no more (Yeah)

[Bridge: Cochise, TisaKorean & prettifun]

Like I don't, I don't need, I don't need (Yeah, yeah)

I don't need to rap no more (Ayy)

[Verse 2: prettifun, TisaKorean & Cochise]

Huh, I don't need to rap no more (Ayy)

Made so much money, can't cap no more (Ayy)

I was broke as fuck, was smokin' lows

When I got a gun, had to post it

Nigga tight as hell 'bout that ho

I could never do that, get a new bitch

My shit hittin' different, this a new switch

You can't name a nigga that's been doin' this (Ayy)

Drank the Henny up, this is a film (Ayy)

I can read the envy all on your lips (Ayy)

'Bout to rock the show, gave my lil' bitch a kiss

The F50 when I swerve in the ditch

In the club, they got hoes in the VIP

Stick tucked, this a fire on my hip (Ayy)

Went from blood to crip, nigga, you is a blip

When you suck the dick, please, no teeth on the tip

He was a lame before, his swag so washed out, might need a new one

Pink fifties and the blue hunnids

Bitch, you was stuck in the mud, had to whip up some new money (Ayy)

Bitch, I been pushin' the needle, I need the controller

So clean, no dust on my shoulders

I can hear baby a groupie, want me to promote her

But it ain't shit that I owe her (Uh-uh)

Huh, yeah, yeah (Uh-uh), huh

You niggas ain't doin' no shows for real (Uh-uh)

You stuck in that house on your ass, huh (Uh-uh)

Got these bitches typin' them posts for real (Uh-uh)

They waitin' on me like they dad, huh (Uh-uh)

I told her I don't even smoke for real

I got a whole P in my bag (Uh-uh)

You know you not chasin' no roads for real (You dig?)

My niggas'll get on your ass (Ya dig?)

I done see 'em do it for the cash (Ya dig?)

Bitch got booty, moving all that ass (Uh-uh)

You can feel all that shit from the back (Silly)

See me iced out, I'm gettin' mad (Silly)

I just sit there and get your ass zapped (Silly)

Me and Cochise still text (Silly)

Have so much fun, could never be sad (Ayy)

[Outro: TisaKorean]

Boogie, body

Boogie, body

Boogie, body

Silly, hahaha

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