[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Go in the booth and I really go stupid

Slide wit a pirate I feel like I'm Luffy

I'm livin' fast, my life is a movie and bitch I am the catch

So you gotta pursue me, fuck up a show and go dive in some coochie

Switch up my bitches I’m hot and I’m moody

We talkin guala I gotta stay fluent

She say its gon break her heart if she lose me

I'm wit the club, kick it like Bruce Li

Shawty a dub, she don’t amuse me

I got a chop let it sing like it's Toosi

Jose Cuervo in my cup I don’t do lean

[Verse 2]

Ay, come take a seat, own it no lease, she wanna fuck, shawty in heat

Open your legs then okay ima feast

Bitch I'm a goat got the flyest of fleece

I like my neck hella sloppy not neat

She want a hubby its prolly not me

Anything worth it is prolly not free

So if you want a feature your arm is the fee

Tats on my body I'm proud of my sleeve

I been doing better I'm proud as can be

I been in the lab my song overseas

He wanna play ball but he not in my league

I step back and shoot like I'm Trevor Ariz

You fuckin' my bitch well thats hard to believe

[Verse 3]

These niggas they penny they pinchin'

Ima run up the check in a minute

Fuck her once disappear I'm a menace

I might take my main bitch out to Kemet, oops I meant Egypt

Druggy ass nigga on my DMT shit

Knuck if you buck but I be on my peace shit

Walk so divine they be like is he Jesus

Custom my feet and it don’t got no creases

This not for consumption, this for niggas thats worried bout hunnits

Opps in the spot I ain’t worried bout nothin

Breakin' her back I ain’t worried bout lovin'

Hit your bestie, your sis, now I'm worried bout cousins

We not in Vegas she know I'm a stunna

Hop out the van wit a K its a Russian

Cook up the track got the beat out the oven

[Outro]

Yeah, hop out the van wit a K its a Russian

Cook up da track got the beat out the oven

In the Benz whip out the meat and she love it

I can't come over got beef wit her hubby

In my own lane not competin' wit others