Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Look [Chorus] Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too No room for my top and my babe see-through Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you I been all on my grind, so why I need you? Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too No room for my top and my babe see-through Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you I been all on my grind, so why I need you? Big flex, my swole up Double cuppin', I'm poured up Niggas hatin' like hol' up What's the problem? I'm poured up Big flex, my swole up Hard body, they fold up Shawty say I done glowed up Double textin' my phone up [Verse] Fuck with your boy, I'm the man of the year I'm not a fan of your peers (No way) Serve 'em a fate, I'ma hand 'em the shears He not the man he appears (No way) Heart of a lion, I'm tramplin' fears I lovе the man in the mirror (Big facts) Cry me a rivеr, then stand in the tears You better stand in the clear I'm goin' crazy, niggas fugazy How are they ever gon' fuck with the kid? Put it on baby, you do not phase me Boy, I do not give a fuck what you did Eatin' that kiddy, she stuck to my rear How can I trust him? He fuck with the pigs Bro got a Glock and a couple of SIGs He thinkin' 'bout splitting a couple of wigs Shawty my DNA all real, nigga Sweatsuit all Hilfiger And I ain't even gotta deal wit' ya If I ain't ever split a beer wit' ya I got Hennessy and Horchata (Uh-huh) Baby girl wearing nada (Yeah) Ass growing from her side-a (Uh-huh) Back grove and it's Prada (Facts) Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup) Grandaddy by the Ziploc Flex season, I'm road runnin' I'm stayin' all on my tip-top Young man with an old mind So I ain't worried 'bout slight shit I be up until sunrise Or stayin' out on my night shift I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hundreds, I'm jiggy, I'm flexin' a bit Figured I'd hit it and quit it, I'm busy I ain't got the minutes for textin' that bitch Came from the gutter with me and my brother I'm movin' my mother right out of the city Bitch, I'm a star, and they know I go hard, so I'm kissing them babies and signin' them titties Gold blingin' like Chingo (Ayy) Rockstar like Ringo (Ayy) Checks comin' in back to back, I'ma line 'em up like bingo (Cha-ching) Oh, I think that they like me (Yup) They be all in my wood tip Not a stain on my white tee I'm poppin' all of this good shit [Chorus] Big flex, my swole up Double cuppin', I'm poured up Niggas hatin' like hol' up What's the problem? I'm poured up Big flex, my swole up Hard body, they fold up Shawty say I done gloat up Double textin' my phone up Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too No room for my top and my babe see-through Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you I been all on my grind, so why I need you? Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too No room for my top and my babe see-through Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you I been all on my grind, so why I need you?