[Intro: YN Jay]

(Maricoop)

I mean like what we doin', you know what I'm sayin'?

I mean you, like, you know how I'm tryna play

You know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse: YN Jay]

What you doin' baby? (Damn!)

Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck where you at?

Bitch got a big stomach, is you pregnant or are you fat?

I just took a nigga bitch in the club is you mad?

I just brought some diamond [?] from way back it was ack

Old school with the [?] on it's a lack

Fuck a hunnid, bitch, I bend a thousand like a rack

I just waste a [?] on my all-white shoe laces

Ion know these people that I'm seeing, I see new faces

I just bought a crib from Landmaker, got a new basement

Bitch that ain't no motherfucking drink, can't you taste it?

In the club getting drunk as hell, I bet you wasted

Smoke a nigga like GTA, bitch you wasted

Nasty bitch fire up a wood I let you face it

Told a bad bitch with clothes on "I see u nakеd"

Bitch don't call my one hotline, call my other phonе

Beat a bitch at her parents crib that's her mother home

Beat a in her living room, is yo mother home?

And I bet yo mama prolly... (Yeah)

And I bet yo mama let me fuck

And I bet yo mama let me fuck like yo mama [?]

Play the game in yo mama crib at yo brother room

Beat a nigga ass in the crib that yo brother loose

I can't never love you nasty hoes that's my mother room (Damn!)

Oh you talkin' bout like, like yo momma told you that?

I know a got the whole block slappin, momma showed him that

Know a nigga really in the streets since momma sold him that

Know a nigga got shot, didn't go to the hospitals momma [?] him that

New gun look like briefcase I can't fold the strap

Like my seatbelt ain't click let me hold the strap

You the type of nigga smoke it all and never sold the sack

And the cops took my daddy car he never sold the lack

If I ever took somebody's shit, I'd prolly sold back

Tryna see my niggas get ahead got me holdin' back

But I'm good cause if my niggas on, then we on the map

I can lift yo car off the ground like it's on the jack

Nigga you ain't got yo own bag you be holdin's stacks

Nigga you don't really slide down you be rolling back

Bro knocked down 3 pants like a bowling match

Why you wearing other niggas shit, is that a clothing brand?

We at church praying on you [?] so we holdin' hands

I got paper cuts on my fingers, just some holding bands

[?] rock on the East side that's my oldest friend

Make man-man take yo shit that's my boldest friend

Beat a nigga ass at the club get to throwing hands

I make it rain in this bitch get to throwing bands

[Outro: YN Jay]

Damn