[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
[Chorus]
Where you been? (Where?)
How you doing? how you livin', nigga? Where your friends? (Your friends)
All my friends, they dead and gone, they green like celery (Dead men)
I can't buy no ring to fuck, ho, just stay celibate (Nah, for real, see me with that shit, baby)
I ain't gon' lie, I turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho
Ayy, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two-door?
Young nigga lit and his pockets fat, just call 'em sumo, for real
Yeah, I just paid my plug in euros, for real
[Verse 1]
Huh, big ol' booty bitches tryna show me what the doctor made (Come here)
Put him in a trap, I'm tryna show him how I operate (Trap)
Diamonds knock you out, they should've put these on a boxer page
And these bitches wet, they should've left these in a lobster cage
I been ballin', bitch, you lil' niggas made the roster late
I know you ain't real, I know that because your collar fake
Smoke dope with my pills, this shit hit, got that peach cobbler taste
We toast up like cheers (Young niggas), glad them broke days, they done washed away, huh
Left my hoes where they was (Get gone)
It ain't no, "Hey? What you doin'? What's up?" (Nah-nah)
You wanna see me, see me at the club (Come see me)
I ain't never tryna come in your spot unless I been plannin' to come fuck that bitch up
Ayy, I'm hot like a volcano, erupt (I'm hot)
Bitches fallin' down and tryna get up (Get up)
You ain't seen me, bitch, I'm hot as a desert (Too hot)
Yeah, she freaky, tryna fuck me wherever (Lil' bitch)
Muney walk in, bitches need an umbrella (Yeah)
Bad bitch with me, 9 a Beretta (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Touch my chain, then the hammer gon' nail 'em (Bah-bah)
Switchin' lanes, Gucci things on the pedal (Skrrt)
Gave me brain, but don't think that you special
Buy a sweater, but I'm never gon' sweat 'em
[Interlude]
I ain't gon' lie, I turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho
Ayy, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two-door?
Young nigga lit and— just call 'em sumo, for real
Paid my plug in euros
Chain, hey, I got bitches tryna show me what the doctor made
Put him in a trap, I'm tryna show him how I operate
Cobbler taste
[Verse 2]
Niggas been watchin' my drip and they thinkin' my toilet broke 'cause I won't stop, ugh (Stop it)
Niggas been lookin' for tips and they say I'm too cocky because I won't drop, ugh (Drop it)
Your bitch been all in my DM, my DM been jumpin' like hippity-hop, ugh (She hoppin')
Fuck her in flippity-flops , ugh (Floppin'), she like a door 'cause I got through her
I'm in the spot with three or four bitches, the neighbors think I'm doin' carpools
Heard they been thinkin' 'bout tryin' me, before they through thinkin', we got to 'em
Jumpin' them fences, runnin' through the kitchen while he washin' dishes, we all chew 'em (Bah)
Promise I mind my own damn business, but y'all keep on worryin' what I'm doin'
[Chorus]
Where you been? (Where?)
How you doing? how you livin', nigga? Where your friends? (Your friends)
All my friends, they dead and gone, they green like celery (Dead men)
I can't buy no ring to fuck, ho, just stay celibate (Nah, for real, see me with that shit, baby)
I ain't gon' lie, I turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho
Ayy, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two-door?
Young nigga lit and his pockets fat, just call 'em sumo, for real
Yeah, I just paid my plug in euros, for real