Lyrics

[Verse 1] Checked in a hotel tonight A lil' early gotta set it right If I could, I'd settle down in yo cellulite Fresh oil from Jamaica clean No incense 'dem make me sneeze Twist my wood, burn smell just like tangerine I was just in the Bay, I got some shit So loud it sound like a parade I usually twist, mind my business Not business, I really don't conversate Hope you like masquerade Smino Di Vinci, I'm trying to paint ya face Okay, I play, I play, shoot up yo shit like it's GTA I got spotlight, hot light, pointin' right on a mic Hang you up on a dick, you the best ornament Pussy tournament, undefeated bitch Yep, I'm proud of it, run around a bit Hit the Dougie in the pussy like Rico Ducked back, twist out, two weeks old Same pack QP on my P's and Q's Thank God, could'a been on the evening news The bass line so low down dirty blues [Bridge] Dat be me Dat be me (Low down dirty blues) Dat be me [Verse 2] Dat be me when she in da Gucci Lookin' absolutely like a two-piece dipped in lemon juice They sour salty, ooh Lookin' like we the shit, cleaner than vegan shit Honey, I'm buzzin', I be too lit Don't mean to take nun' away from you That be me, diggin' deep all in yo' dignity That be me, liftin' yo' energy Liftin' you up on the wall Yeah, cool That be the end, she can't bend Tap a hand, tap a friend, comprehend Red 30, 26, 36 Let's call a audible That be me, call my D That be me, that be me Overseas, blowin' G's Knowin' we sold out and just about to go recoup That be me, love unconditionally That be me making positions That be me spreading the lick So all the guys eat too [Skit: Girl one, Girl two] Bitch, guess what? What girl? That nigga done buy me them motherfuckin' Riri Stop lyin' Yes, all the fuckin' Fenti bitch Man, my lil' ugly ass nigga don't do no shit like that Yeah, that's 'cause your nigga ain't shit [Skit two] Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen) It's time for The Dice is Right See, baby, I see you working hard And your nigga just dropped you off at work in your car On his way to go apply for some job (Bitch, what?) Baby, I know you tryna unwind And your kids just walked in on you with that ass in the air for the fifth damn time (Ooh, mama) Oh, they just kids, better go check on them (Ooh) See? Every day got the same old thing You afraid this might be the end of your chain Don't you get off track I got something that could help you 'round the clock Call 1-800 Grigio Call now supplies last for a limited time only with your broke ass Get off your broke ass and get this money, straight up Bitch