Lyrics

[Intro: xhulooo] She think that I'm cool, she like my bag When I need exotic, call the plug, he pull up fast (Yuh) Pop out with it on me, BAIN up on my rag Can't get him, they get his homie Brodie do 'em bad Yeah they hit him where his fro- (Is that DJ PHAT? Go ahead run that back) [Verse 1: Yung Fazo] Woah, Yo Woah, Yo Woah, Yo Yuh, I peep all my sons In the club, throwin' ones I'm jump high, in my ones They wan' fuck, she no fun I get stupid high, I'm up To get to the top, you gotta jump Nobody finna tell you you the one You gotta really know that you the one I just copped some shoes Jimmy choo, wait In my feelings, think I got Balenciaga blues, aye Everything I rock, straight from the store, this shit is nеw, aye She said that I'm fly, got hella swag, woah (This is a DJ PHAT еxclusive) God I hate when I don't blow a bag, ooh Called her up, why she keep calling back, ooh She said that I'm fly, got hella swag, woah She said that I'm fly, got hella swag, woah [Verse 2: xhulooo] She think that I'm cool, she like my bag When I need exotic, call the plug, he pull up fast (Yuh) Pop out with it on me, BAIN up on my rag Can't get him, they get his homie Brodie do 'em bad Yeah they hit him where his fro' be, right up in his cap On my grind, like Tony, gettin' to them racks I walk in and then they know me, still be moving tact He ain't nun' but a jabroni, and you know that's facts Tell my bro, "I got your back" Most these rappers counterfeit I been goin' super Saiyan, with the bread, I'm countin' it You say you want motion, gotta get up, put the hours in Wake up in the morning, to some work, I like the sound of it Bro was getting too gone off the perky, he snapped out of it You don't got no money, I suggest you go encounter it I don't even do nun', yet I'm still the one she's sour with How could I put up, if you gon' leave me when I'm floundering