Pull up on me it’s nothing

Had to get a call from your cousin

Fucked in the car to the function

Glock 44 straight

(Glock 44 straight)

Glock 44 straight thuggin’

Real R. Kelly when we bumpin’, uh

Hold them knees throw them hips real nice [?]

Now it’s feelin’ like Rosebar in the house, uh

I’m tryna get acquainted

Lookin’ at me thought she saw a ghost fainted

Now she gettin’ dragged to the pavement

I guess it’s what I wanted baby girlie I’m too famous

Prada this, Louis that, name it

This your dick baby claim it, right

Grab her by the throat while I say it, right [?]

Yeah, and just tell me when I’m comin’ up

Dash the keys when I’m comin’ up [?]

Stop yеlling got my hands on your butt

While I’m grabbin’ on your track set tryna beat it up [?]

Likе pull up on me it’s nothing

Had to get a call from your cousin

Fucked in the car to the function

Glock 44 straight

(Glock 44 straight)

Glock 44 straight thuggin’

Real R. Kelly when we bumpin’, uh

Hold them knees throw them hips real nice

Now it’s feelin’ like free dick in the spot, uh

(Bitch this my song)

[Big Flock]

I swear I ain’t never chase no bitch I ain’t no dog catcher

Don’t take the pace up out the shoes we be soul snatchin’ [?]

I run through the lobby just like I’m Bo Jackson

They know I do it for the five like Tito Jackson

I never care what a ho think

Light skinned bitch French tips and her toes pink

I ain’t really in the jewelry store with Goldlink

My dogs sent the brain new chain, still rock the old ring

My new bitch don’t be on my dick, I miss my old thing

I run hand la back up, I miss swerve [?]

Wanna leave my bitch in a minute I miss her

I be in the field like I’m playing for Pittsburgh

I be catchin’ plays like I’m fuckin’ with Fitzgerald

I be goin’ nuts like I’m fuckin’ with big squirrel

Grew up with the pop til he sweat like a big girl [?]

(You should have came to Rosebar, I was in a section with Goldlink…)

[Goldlink]

Pull up on me it’s nothing

Had to get a call from your cousin

Fucked in the car to the function

Glock 44 straight

(Glock 44 straight)

Glock 44 straight thuggin’

Real R. Kelly when we bumpin’, uh

Hold them knees throw them hips real nice

Now it’s feelin’ like Rosebar in the house, uh

I’m tryna get acquainted

Lookin’ at me thought she saw a ghost fainted

Now she gettin’ dragged to the pavement

I guess it’s what I wanted baby girlie I’m too famous