Yea, count three hoes
Woke up feeling godly
Riding in exotic, smoking on exotic
Dior Jordan 1s I could have bought a bitch a body
Bro just started drinking wock
Pour that in exotic pop
Then keep playing gone hear that pow
See the red light on God
Chasing demons, been chasing demons
Like who wanna fight?
In a dodge demon the tires screeching
That blood leaking
Bitch a eater but you can keep her I don't need her, yea
Please stop talking 'bout them homicides
He living a cap life all that shit been fantasized
Ask my bitch what's her panty size
I'm finna go cop her panties now
And shawty went to college
Now she wanna pop some xannies now
Now she wanna feel like
Wooh, wooh, yeah, wooh, yeah, wooh, yeah
Wooh, yeah, wooh, yeah, wooh, yeah, yeah
Please stop fucking with them pink toes
You done ran them racks up
Fell off know how this ting goes, woah
You done watched your potnas died out
Ion play no games 'cause I ain't tried out
Fuck them hoes see I clout now she wanna vibe now, yeah
Wanna talk so crazy now and wanna hide now, yeah
Been getting anxious wanna see what that nigga do
It's a lot of crazy shit that we won't get into
Yeah and that hoe slimey he ain't have no clue
And your boyfriend he a lie but bae I been the truth
Bitch I'm, yeah and bitch I'm bulletproof
Yeah, yeah, I'm in a corvette I had dropped the roof
Yeah, yeah, I hit the jeweler drop a lot on my tooth
Yeah, I can see the future, they think that I'm psychic
You is not the main guy, boy you just a sidekick
Pfft up in my white tee, oh I think they like me
I might pour that wock up be right there where the sky be
Was 'bout to catch a red eye but I forgot my visine
Wooh, wooh wooh, wooh, wooh wooh
Drifting I went past him that nigga lacking
I copped me a bad bitch she came with baggage
Done walked into a palace I feel like magic
He tried putting that shit on but he ain't have it
Might be you bitch ringtone you better not ask her
I heard you wanna get your slime on I seen your rattle
Ahh ah