[Chorus]

Pour some wok, then I'm killin' 'em (Sippin' syrup, hol' up, slatt)

He- He gon' drop, I ain't feelin' him

This- This bitch bad, she my twinenem

Huh, when we text, usin' synonyms

(Know we textin' all the time, bitch)

[Verse One]

She want me to come through the backdoor

Smack her ass, then we pop out, tryna figure out what we gon' do

I just copped new Versace, put a bitch down on the hard floor

Run it up, then we down south and I look at her like "What for?"

But I got these bands on me and I got these fans on me

And I know she gon' agree that she loves it all on me, bitch (I got)

I got too many racks I can't even spend so I deck her ass out (Racks)

I got too many pills, I sip that drank and I'm 'bout to pass out

(Bitch I'm- Bitch I'm- Bitch I'm spinnin')

[Chorus]

Pour some wok, then I'm killin' 'em (Pour some wok, huh)

He- He gon' drop, I ain't feelin' him (I ain't feelin' him)

This- This bitch bad, she my twinenem (That's my twin)

Huh, when we text, usin' synonyms (Usin' synonyms)

[Verse Two]

I'ma slide up in them DM's like, "How you doin'?" (Hi!)

I'ma slide up on the opps, know we just done flew in

And I got a Spanish bitch, but she know she fluent

And I'm with my thot, it's good, know we 'bout to do it

Pour that wok (Pour that wok), homicide

Hold my thot, huh, by my side

I got drank, huh, bitch, I'm fried

Gotta run, huh, got no time

(Ay, yeah, spin it back)

[Chorus]

Pour some wok, then I'm killin' 'em (Sippin' syrup, hol' up, slatt)

He- He gon' drop, I ain't feelin' him

This- This bitch bad, she my twinenem

Huh, when we text, usin' synonyms

[Outro]

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

(Pour some wok, then I'm killin' 'em)

Uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

(He gon' drop, I ain't feelin' him)

Uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

(This bitch bad, she my twinenem)

Uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

(When we text, usin' synonyms)

Uh-uh-uh-uh