stab

Lyrics

[Intro] Slut It's-it's-it's a— more pain Shit [Chorus] I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you I'm tryna go fishin' for a new you, uh The way I been in the kitchen, uh ​ce whippin', whippin' Tryna find my mistress mission, uh Thank God I'm dippin', sippin' Rewired my whole brain Xanax and politickin' Don't think I'm into fashion My mom don't like these fast whips Fuck dope boys tryna tax it Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in [Verse 1] Duwap Kaine, pack hitDo you see my lavish? (Yeah) Hate our music, make you mad She think I'ma make you mad Back off 'fore I take a stab (Huh) Back off, back off, finna stab Back off, stab, take a stab Stab, stab, stab (Yeah) I signed a lizard, throw it back, huh, yeah She suck my dick, you know the rest Whole time they was fuckin' plottin' like a fed (Fed) And I'm on a jеt, I get to put up my legs (Slatt) I'm listenin' to Dеan Blunt, she a fuckin' diva (Yeah, bae, yeah, huh, slatt) Za, yeah, the reefer, I keep her in a Bimmer (Yeah) Look for me, I'll eat ya, where the fuck my nina? (Slatt) I beat up my teacher (Yeah)She said, "It's hot when you mean," yeah (Hot, hot)She said, "It's hot when you mean," yeah (Hot) [Bridge] Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Baby) Yeah (We in Beverly) Yeah (We in Beverly) Yeah (We at Beverly, it's heavenly) Yeah (I'm in Beverly) [Verse 2] We in Beverly, don't talk to me Stand up on your two feet, stop doin' 2C I got so much blue cheese She got booty, she my pookie One day, I'll tell you, "Lose me" Girl, I ain't tell you, "Choose me" Do you miss the view at the beach? I'll beat you once, just callin' me Unknown numbers ain't my thing I just want a fan, I just want a fan Close your eyes and look at me Pass the fuckin' blunt to me You know that's one thing that I need One thing that I need is for you to be next to me Hold up, I'm just jokin' Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion One thing that I need is for you to be next to me Hold up, I'm just jokin' (Huh) Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion (Huh) [Chorus] I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you I'm tryna go fishin' for a new you, uh The way I been in the kitchen, uh ​ce whippin', whippin' Tryna find my mistress mission, uh Thank God I'm dippin', sippin' Rewired my whole brain Xanax and politickin' Don't think I'm into fashion My mom don't like these fast whips Fuck dope boys tryna tax it (Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in)