优游国际

Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one

That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ayy

VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ayy

Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ayy

I don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ayy (Yeah)

My songs on that bad bitch playlist (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (Yeah, yeah)

Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (Yee-haw)

I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (Yee-haw)

Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (Yeah, yeah)

If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (Grrah, grrah)

I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (Rich, rich, rich)

Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Oh)

[Verse 2]

I've been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (Yeah, skrrt)

In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR, lettin' it all off (Woah, woah, grrah)

My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog, oh (Woah, woah, she a dog)

Get you in the bedroom just to shoot your balls off, pause

She come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw (Uh-huh)

I could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss (Uh-huh)

Oxycodone all up in my head, I'm scratchin' through the walls (Uh-huh)

High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (Woah)

Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (What else?)

I know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (What the fuck else?)

She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (What the fuck else?)

Grip the choppa with the beam (Brrt), this a new Louis bag, uh (Louis bag, oh)

I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags (Look at tags)

Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (Uh-huh)