Hold up the, hold the beat
Hold up the beat like I'm f*cking the shit, and I'm f*cking that face, and I'm f*cking that hoe up
And you wearing some shein like bitch what the f*ck
F*ck you talkin' bout, flex you open and shit, no f*cking dot
We up, we up
We up, we up
Up
F*ck, f*ck f*ck
Thuggin' that bitch, like I'm f*ckin' that bitch
Im f*ckin' that bitch and I'm f*ckin' her back
And I'm f*ckin' that shit from the ass
Ay, she wanna, she wanna, uh
Just like f*ckin' the hoe up
She wanna lick that, lick that
She wanna whiplash
She wanna get that, get back
F*ckin' up, talkin''bout
You know ill get back, get back
Hol' up, chyuh, get my get back, get back
And f*cking beat back
F*ck it, get your bitch back
You bitch, I'll f*cking beat that
Looking at me and you're staring at me like the f*ck
Wrapping that sheath, I'm f*cking like the f*ck
Im in the, I'm in the uh
Yeah, whiplash, whiplash
Uh, whiplash, whiplash
Yeah, we all in the bag like
Ooh, like we f*cking on that hoe
She want f*ckin' doves, but f*ckin' on the hoe
Dover street market, on my hoes, then I fold, then I, uh
Oh, f*ckin' on hoes
Oh, f*ckin' on hoes
Oh, f*ckin' on hoes
F*ck, f*ck bitch like damn
F*ck niechh like damn
Uh, 808 locked in
Like damn, like damn
Like damn, like damn