Lyrics

[Intro: YoshiGoCrazy] (Feel that shit) I gotta get into my cocky stage like when I'm 'bout to fuck a bitch Ayy [Verse 1: YoshiGoCrazy] She suck me and bro, man, I think this bitch retarded (Stupid) Pistol on the hip when I step inside the party Let a nigga feel like he the hawk and get departed I'm that one nigga, I'll leave you where you started, nigga Flatscreens, marble floors over chandeliers When I'm ridin' to the crib, I be dodgin' deers (Skrrt) Automatic Tesla, I don't even steer Bet this bitch leave your ass when I switch the gear Hatе bum-ass niggas, why y'all hatin' on me? Been gettin' a lot of neck, your bitch waitin' on mе Fuckin' niggas' baby mama, the tape's on me I got bitches chasin' dick from A to Z I got 'bows comin' in from A to Z .223s, TEC-9s and K's with me I just fucked another cougar, her age unique 20K in a month what she paid to me Nigga, stop boostin' These niggas steal a lot, need to stop lootin' Graduated from that trap, I'm a top student Gettin' rich off white bitches, I am not clueless On the road with that dog, I am not Scooby Used to be the underdog, I'm on top, goofy (I'm on top, goofy) Five-six-seven-four, don't get mobbed, goofy Fuckin' on you niggas' hoes, they can't stop choosin' [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] It's your bitch, but that's my coochie On a jet blower watchin' like time movin' (It's cool) Ride around with that Mickey tryna find Goofy Gotta stop smackin' niggas, they might try and sue me (For real, though) Live like a boss, die like a boss, free 80s He playin' with my cream, now that nigga cremated I ain't mean to whip out on your bitch, I think the weave made me All it took a Wendy's 4 for 4, then she ate me All a sudden, all these cousins all type of relations Man, these niggas couldn't even fuck with the teenagers Hit a nigga top, four-five with green lasers Better ride with a helmet on like a speed racer (Ayy, ayy) I'm tryna tell 'em, yeah Big ladder on the hammer, tryna nail him, ayy I'm in Gucci wearin' Louis V, they kinda jealous, yeah Draco clip got a curl on it, call it Elvis Ayy (Ayy, ayy) Most these niggas y'all think tough scared of me I'm with three steppers, [?] Bought my bitch some new ass and titties, she baggin' with me In Magic City heavier than a bag of pennies Look, don't ask me if I got strap, nigga, everdili Like Glorilla, out the window with ratchets with me Yeah, I dripped her in Chanel, but my jacket Fendi She gon' put me on her wheel like a hamster, nigga [Outro: Cash Kidd] Yeah, all that shit don't rhyme Know your bitch be lyin' Still tryna cuddle with me He just posted his bitch ass, he look so familiar Five, six, seven, [?]