hey, hello

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hey, hello

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Rok on the track, yeah ) [Chorus] This shit cursin' me (Me), bitch, stop hurtin' me Bitch, please tell me, you want the AP skelly? (Skelly) Now I think you fuckin' jealous, huh, of my other bitch She ain't chase or throwin' fits, am I the villain? Hey, hello (What?), what's your schedule? (What? What?) Limoncello, we can fuck, but I feel mellow Let me get back in my car Me and you met at the bar, huh (Yeah) Swimmin' pool in my backyard, uh (Yeah) And it's a war [Verse] Without the drugs I wouldn't be hard, bitch, but I'm still hard Without fuckin' your bitch, I'm hard, yeah (What?) I take it far (What?), might've just took this shit too far, yeah (What? Fuck, fuck) But it's a war, I got choppers, you got swords (Shit, shit) What you wanna do for it? Yeah, I'll see your ass at the morgue, yеah (Haha) I still Discord, so I can talk to some of my whores (Bae) Said gеt off the porch, I pour a four in my drawers, yeah (Huh, four) Way I cut cords, they want me to sing some more, uh If you mine, I'm yours But this shit cursin' me, huh I got Hermès And I'm off yerkies Might have to burp me That Perc', that yerky That Perc', that workin' Girl, put that work in Shawty, wanna see that squirtin' Yeah, I'm tryna see that What? Yeah, baby, yeah (Yeah, yeah), I wanna bleed that (Yeah) And I don't believe in what you see, facts (Fuck, fuck) Yeah, the Earth might be flat and your ass would believe that, yeah (Yeah) On my mom, don't be mad, when I see, give you big racks (On God) I ain't tryna speed, but I'm tryna get my get-back Get you kidnapped, huh, put you on the motherfuckin' big map Uh, you a Tic-Tac, heh, yeah, I'm a big flat (G6) So just sit down and sit back (What?) It'll be all over when I'm back (Woah) Change my number, I'm back (Hey) I just blew through a hundred, all cash (Facts) I ain't payin' taxes, told you, you could kiss my asses (Ha) Crawlin' and I'm laughin', they say, "Pass the blunt," ain't passin' Chyeah, and I'm fuckin' crashin', they say that I'm problematic Fly high like I'm Aladdin, fuck a ladder, I ain't grab it She was around me braggin', then you left, bitch, what you havin'? Huh, touch me, I'm toe-taggin', migo outside with a passion, what? (What the fuck?) Miss you, but I'm fastin', fuck it, bitch, I'll buy you lashes (Fuck, yeah) [Bridge] Yeah Fuck it, bitch, I'll buy you lashes Migo outside with a passion I do shit without attachments Hold up, bae Shouldn't say this shit in a song Bitch, come on, hold my pole Why you don't wanna leave your room? Yeah, huh, yeah, ah [Chorus] This shit cursin' me (Me), bitch, stop hurtin' me Bitch, please tell me, you want the AP skelly? (Skelly) Now I think you fuckin' jealous, huh, of my other bitch She ain't chase or throwin' fits, am I the villain? Hey, hello (What?), what's your schedule? (What? What?) Limoncello , we can fuck, but I feel mellow Let me get back in my car Me and you met at the bar, huh Swimmin' pool in my backyard, uh (Yeah) And it's a war

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Credits

Writers
  • Nettspend
  • Rok
Producers
  • Rok
A&r Administrator
  • Marissa Wickliffe
Distributor
  • Universal Music Group
Copyright ©
  • Grade A Productions
  • Interscope Records
  • Nettspend
Phonographic Copyright ℗
  • Grade A Productions
  • Interscope Records
  • Nettspend