Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy Ayy, just keep it—, keep—, keep it goin' Ayy, huh, yeah These niggas, hey [Verse] I'm finna finger fuck the nina while she ovulatin' Know my house in the hills like it got a date Can't even show my main bitch where my mama stay We spinnin' blocks, house hoppin' like a holiday If we find you like an easter egg, you just might die today At Mary Jane's with the rips like I was hoppin' gates Jacuzzi in my bathroom with a fireplace You would treat, took her shoppin', in the pic', she cropped your face Dweeb contest, I know someone we could nominate Doc a nigga likе he got to his job too late Sent him to thе ER, we call that doctor shit Just speed off in a Charger like I'm Lil Danny and [?] Been had confidence, I never needed compliments Chopper bullets travel 'cross the [?], think I know crib Say she wanna start a family, gave her mouth two kids Bitch told me to get lost, now my house too big I hit and quit but told her nigga, "This my bitch now" You caught him lackin', sippin' mud, then made a pig fly Your bitch ain't got no type of class when she got pink eye She like the colors on my chain, she on a peacock He broke and famous, hot and poor, his ass a teapot My label just gave me a ticket like a mean cop Please stop screamin' loud, bitch, let me beatbox Reach, my hand around her mouth but she don't beatbox I told her, "Put it in my pocket", that's my G spot Why I ain't lied inside a verse since I've been hot? And all these niggas rich as hell 'til they get dropped Go Fund Me for my rich opps, when will this stop? She say I got my real name on TikTok I smacked off the Mary Jane, I feel like Chris Rock I was gon' put a hook on this, then I said, "Fuck it" That's why you got all of that ass but you keep runnin' Okay, I had enough of niggas, finna up it Feel like we gradin' papers, gave the nerd a hundred I'm on a plane iced out like Kirt Cousins Your bitch gave me a flight to Boston, it was nonstop See the stick pokin' out the bag like a Bomb Pop Made me put the blue faces on you like Chrisean Rock My whole life is too free like foul shots I keep pullin' scams, methods on me like [?] AR like a choir director, it make crowds rock I open doors for niggas like it's on child lock She found out I hit her daughter, she's a proud mom Ayy, I tried to hit her too You ain't gon' never make it out if you don't bend no rules Boy, I know you want that bad bitch in that big old pool Who [?] up my last bitch? Hope she get well soon Bitch tried to light a cigarette, ho, that shit not cool If you don't put that pistol down, boy, that's just not you Feel like the Clovers, everybody tryna steal my moves Bring it on, when I talk, they sing along Your bitch want me alone on Friday like Nia Long Ayy, yeah They know it's my turn, ain't gotta cut, my blinkers on Yeah, turf on my lawn, why did I cut the sprinklers on?