Uh oh
Uh oh
Not again
(Here we go)
My bitch feel pretty off coke
She give me the throat
And she choke choke
My bitch feel pretty off coke
I just got her a Montclair coat
These niggas can't keep up
With me and I know
Ha they too slow
So much money on me
Swear to god it's like
I'm a walking bankroll
I got his bitch voice
Sounding like helium
She can't stop on giggling
The racks got her ass hypnotized
I'm not even kidding
Say what's the beef lil bro
Push it back like mater tow
I don't go back and forth
With no nigga about no
Bitch you can keep that hoe
(Keep that hoe)
I'm falling back to the old me
All yo shit so fake
Just like yo bitch
When she be moaning (for real)
You ain't got no damn
Racks lil pussy ass nigga
So you can't show me,
Where is the proof
No stars on the roof
I don't give a fuck
What you saying
Cause me and you
Can't compare the coupe
(We can't)
Uh huh
The seats is leather
The whip is better
I'm finna be here forever
Stop with the flexing
Hating on me
Ain't doing shit
For you boy get yo check up
And tell your girlfriend to
Get off her knees bro
And pick her neck up
Patek hold her hair up
When she give me her
Throat keep getting longer
The cup keep getting darker
My money old thick Mrs.Parker
You not making no damn progress
I've never met a nigga that's honest
Competition is garbage
Artist pull up like I'm mutombo
All of them niggas I blocked them
(Not in my house)
I got his bitch voice
Sounding like helium
She can't stop on giggling
The racks got her ass hypnotized
I'm not even kidding
Say what's the beef lil bro
Push it back like mater tow
I don't got back and forth
With no nigga about no
Bitch you can keep that hoe
(Keep that hoe)
My bitch feel pretty off coke
She give me the throat
And she choke choke
My bitch feel pretty off coke
I just got her a Montclair coat
These niggas can't keep up
With me I know
Ha they too slow
So much money on me
Swear to god it's like
I'm a walking bankroll
(Jay Crew on the beat)
(Damn)
(I'm know I'm finna go up)
(The devil done took all my love)
(You know that)