Lyrics

[Intro] It's recordin' Bet it, look [Chorus] White bordeaux with my gold silk durag You ain't even gotta tell me, I could see that you mad Smoke good, lip good, main bitch too bad Stuntin' on these niggas, they're like, damn, why he do that? Damn, why he do that? Flexin' on these niggas, they're like, damn, why he do that? Damn, why he do that? (Ayy, ayy) Stuntin' on these niggas, they're like, damn, (Look) why he do that? [Verse] The win circle been a thin circle Tell the dropper go slow, let him see it when the Benz circle I'm nevеr worried 'bout the end circlе They see you tryna run the game, now them niggas tryna send hurdles I get my drink and my shimmy on All white, boat deck, had to go and get my diddy on I got him wonderin' what shit he on She in the hotel givin' good neck to the Giveon [Chorus] White bordeaux with my gold silk durag You ain't even gotta tell me, I could see that you mad Smoke good, lip good, main bitch too bad Stuntin' on these niggas, they're like, damn, why he do that? Damn, why he do that? Flexin' on these niggas, they're like, damn, why he do that? Damn, why he do that? Flexin' on these niggas, they're like, damn, why he do that? [Outro] Ay, Papa, why he do that man like that, bruh? He-he know he ain't have to do that Come on [*Clapping*]