[Intro]

Sample

Aye, Look

[Verse 1]

You don't get gyal ca' you act too worried

Me, I got some of them slim, got some of them thick like Katsu Curry

Don't get gyal ca' you act too catty

Man move funny

Me, I've got dreams of a black Bugatti

And you still ain't left wing like 'Dinho

I'm trynna move right like Ansu Fati, grab two batty

This girl wants to trap man fully

Hat stay wooly, don't ask "Would he?"

Give her woody

I'll do it and buss' on my Nike Tech hoodie

I'm that bedroom Spartan bully

Cock and blast my toolie, I need a buzz like Woody like, like

One of my closest turned to a pagion and I can't stop thinking about "How could he?"

Fuck the glitts and the glamour

Guys had sticks on'dere hips in my manor

The bits was a mazza

No six pack and gym, pack a ting for the passa

I used to think I was bad 'till I got rid of the waste like the piss in my bladder

Gyal drop location, linking is standard

She wanna see pics of my manhood

[Chorus]

Spin it, pull it

I shot my shot like a bullet

She said "I could do better"

I said "You're rude, Gullit"

And I thought you weren't on it

So why you there looking at me

Baby come through, cook and I clean

Dance, a juug and I lean

Spin it, pull it

I shot my shot like a bullet

She said "I could do better"

I said "You're rude, Gullit"

And I thought you weren't on it

So why you there looking at me

Baby come through, cook and I clean

Dance, a juug and I lean

[Verse 2]

I done sleepless nights for the bag

But everything comes with a price

Now I got big bags under my eyes and I swerve in a zig-zag blurring the lines

I'm low, I'm under pressure I'm tired

But there's ain't no service in life

When shit hits the net, you'll be serving online

Can't sleep or deal with your personal life

I got deep-rooted anger within

Thots get dicked down

Bits get shot and licked round wrapper in the cling

If they shoot their shot then I'm dangling man from the rim

I'm back in the bits

Where man get wet up for ice and immaculate drip

Man get set up for no reason

And get caught lacking packing a ting

[Chorus]

Spin it, pull it

I shot my shot like a bullet

She said "I could do better"

I said "You're rude, Gullit"

And I thought you weren't on it

So why you there looking at me

Baby come through, cook and I clean

Dance, a juug and I lean

Spin it, pull it

I shot my shot like a bullet

She said "I could do better"

I said "You're rude, Gullit"

And I thought you weren't on it

So why you there looking at me

Baby come through, cook and I clean

Dance, a juug and I lean