Run it up, hoes ain't keepin' up Heat it up, we been teed it up Drop the top on a big boy She vibin' with me like a rose toy Wanna race me? Let's speed it up Came all black, they pink'd it up Murder, she wrote, that redrum I thought a broke nigga said, "Shut up" All up my ass, must be the crack These niggas fans, can't give 'em dap Fuck being cute, bitch, I really rap Smokin' gas, keep several pounds in the trap I'm the one put PG on the map I'm the bitch with two C's on the back Open the clip and it's me in a mag I'm a cheater, shout out to my dad Seen them run off with the stylе, it's okay They never say nothing I wantеd to say It never gave nothing I wanted to gave I'm taking you bitches with me to the grave I don't get low, I set the bar She said she a fan, I bet you are Swinging, I'm knocking shit right out the park Rocking shit like I rip on a guitar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Steel paint, car upgraded Spend a broke bitch savings Your new whip, I traded Hoes be copy pasting I'm rocking the latest Created the wave while they faking I turnt up this shit from the basement My flow like some dick, they can't take it, oh Make 'em give it up (Give it up) Spend a pretty dub (Pretty dub) This sit pretty, yeah (Pretty, yuh) , wanna lick my kitty? Yeah (My kitty, ah) Chrome Hearts, not Dickies (Dickies, bitch) Throw shit like frisbee (Like frisbee) Can't feel no pity (Huh) These hoes ain't gettin' up with me (With me, with me, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Compositores: Imad Royal, Rico Nasty & Rayman on the Beat