Obby!, Obby!, Obby!, Obby!

Obby!, Obby!, Obby!, Obby!

(Ysonthebeatboy)

Ayy, Shawty ain't no baddie

Cause you know what, shawty a bitch

But baddie, she's even a bigger bitch

She thinks she is a baddie

Calling me her sugar daddy

It's her misconception, imagination

For being my shawty (Shawty)

I got 5 star on the wanted list (List)

Driving lambo on them streets (Streets)

Tapping asses, choking baddies (Baddies)

Throwing Ks on jewellery (Jewellery)

SHAWTY

Baddie ain't no butterfly

Broke my heart, Monday night

Bitch be saying I ain't a prize

It's all my skill, dropping spils (Spills)

Taking rollie to pop some pills (Pills)

Private jet, private yacht (Yatch)

Bitch be crying to be a part (Yeah)

Oh, let her cry bro

Shawty a baddie, shawty a baddie

She be calling, to pop a molly

On the freeway, freaky Sunday

Skirts down, see no thongs

Sucking my pipe, deep down

Blink blink , hop on

Off the molly, in my rari

Bitch be screaming (Obby!, Obby!)

Walking on the freeway

After eating my prey

She be dying, so much crying

I ain't dealing with this cray

Bitch getting no wedding ring

You were just another fling

I'm fine, got no time

Cause it's my turn to fuck some mind