[Verse: Tooly Aveeze]

Fine shit said she stand on business she gone sit right on this meat

I’m the type to fuck her raw and make her cream all on my sheet

I ain’t even tryna rap, I pop these perkys and then I speak

Fine shit said she tryna fuck, I bust my nut and then repeat

Fine shit mad that we ain’t speak, I ain’t text her in a week

Bitch gone bite all on my bone, i told this bitch to get her treat

I pop tabs when she around I'm on my stupid shit

I stacked bows all on her ass I'm on my cupid shit

I could lose it all right now, yet this bitch she still gon swallow

Bitch just catch mе in new york, i left him sleepy with thesе hollows

Bitch just catch me in new york, im getting freaky with some models

You the type to pull up short, you hit the clubs and cop no bottles

Gave her inches, she ran miles, I'm the nicest one

Inshallah I hit that age and get that ISIS gun

My laces draggin on ya block because I ain't the type to run

Niggas acting like they bout it, time to re-up then they switch

I grew up 'round guns and robbers, you grew up like a bitch

You gone pillow talk to hoes, I'm acting stupid round a bitch

I got my name from moving bows, they call me Tooly with a switch

Or some bitches call me Shiesty, she gon fuck 'cause she like me

My fiend tripping off a bean, he talk to much and might indict me

She got pussy or some pills, even one she gone entice me

Niggas talm' 'bout some za, i sprayed that shit and made it pricey