[Chorus]

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah)

Uh, tell me you ready

Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah)

Uh, tell me you ready

She got the noodely legs, spaghetti

Cartier, Cartier, in love with the fetti

I got the wok and the triss my belly

Fourty and over, I'm lookin' for betties

(Yeah, Looking for Betties on god)

I'm lookin' for groupies and slutsies, baby

(Yuh)

I'm blockin' your phone, when my nut done, baby

[Hook]

(Yeah, Oh Yeah!)

She love bankroll cash, man (Cash)

Hold on, this my last stand

Think I need a thottie again (Yah)

Think I need a roster again (Sluts)

I beat it up when it's Ramadan (Allah)

Eatin' the skin up like dahmers son

She pullin' up finna Dahmer sum (Dahmer Sum)

She pullin' up, got the bad intentions in mind

My hoe's one of a kind

I got the bitties that put any niggas in line

Marriage with suit and a tie

She got the bald head pitbull

I hit it bloody, it look like a ritual

Beat it up, look like mucus and tissue

She always complainin' and cryin' 'bout issues, oh, yeah

[Verse]

She wanna fly-out Bahamas

She wanna match pajamas

We never dated, she act like we just was

Yeah, look at your face card

Why we catfishing in the crib?

Like why are we catfishing in the

Why are you catfishing in the crib?

Yo, She like stop

Let's Stop

Let's Stop

I feel a bloody spill on God

She say that when I'm in the mood

You think I care, no I do not

I'm like a vampire on soul

I don't go out on day on God

I feel like Superman on bro

'Cause I just saved another-

[Chorus]

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah)

Uh, tell me you ready

Take 'em down, tell me you ready (Yeah)

Uh, tell me you ready

She got the noodely legs, spaghetti

Cartier, Cartier, in love with the fetti

I got the wok and the triss my belly

Fourty and over, I'm lookin' for betties

(Yeah, Looking for Betties on god)

I'm lookin' for groupies and slutsies, baby

(Yuh)

I'm blockin' your phone, when my nut done, baby

[Hook]

(Yeah, Oh Yeah!)

She love bankroll cash, man (Cash)

Hold on, this my last stand

Think I need a thottie again (Yah)

Think I need a roster again (Sluts)

I beat it up when it's Ramadan (Allah)

Eatin' the skin up like dahmers son

She pullin' up finna Dahmer sum (Dahmer Sum)

She pullin' up, got the bad intentions in mind

My hoe's one of a kind

I got the bitties that put any niggas in line

Marriage with suit and a tie

She got the bald head pitbull

I hit it bloody, it look like a ritual

Beat it up, look like mucus and tissue

She always complainin' and cryin' 'bout issues

Oh Yeah