[ Featuring D.B Chapo ]
Bitch, I said, listen to me when I'm talking
Damn, why you trickin' on me
Damn, why you trickin' on me
Damn, why you trickin' on me
Damn, why you trickin' on me
I'm tryna get down to business
Bought a milf out to the crib, I know she f*ckin' with me
Ski right down your block I pack this f*cking fifty
Said, this a smooth whip, I don't know what the f*ck I put in it
What the f*ck I done put in it
Said, this a smooth whip, I don't know what the f*ck I put in it
Said, this a smooth whip, I don't know what the f*ck I put in it
Said, this a smooth whip, I don't know what the f*ck I put in it
What the f*ck I done put in it
Aye roll the dice, ayy
I got two bad bitches tryna blow the pipe
Shake the bottle of rosé, I'm gettin' throwed tonight
Hey, Showing signs that you might not go home tonight
Ayy, ayy, ayy, that bitch one and only f*cked my homie for a big check
APD come bust it down, she shake it like a swing set
Bad bitty, go bust it open, something like a chip bag
You pulled off in the Corolla while I pulled off in that big Vet
Damn, where the drugs at
See the bitches in the back, but where the thugs at
Where yo gun at I just spilled the tray I'm tryna locate where the nugs at
Damn, I ain't tryna be locked away
Eating prison plates
Dashin' in this tracky like Pac-Man
I eat that bitch away, I rapid blow the Mac and the mag the size of a dinner plate
Ayy, I feel like Lil' Tony, bitch, I keep that blinking
You think you fly, but I think that you biting
Sauce like a motherf*ckin' chicken wing
I pop out cuts with this blick and I rush is team
Everything that you see is not what it seem
Ayy, ayy, ayy, never get your ho back
She can never get her phone back
You can never get your ho back
You can never get your ho back
Ayy, got all kinds of the fetty, I ain't talkin' bout WAP
But a clip inside the gun it just like a cock
I got a hundred some rounds and a high dollar stock
I bet the dracy take you down and run you out with your pops
Go over hills with the beamer, I upgraded the shocks
It's built to spin around and slide around like all of the blocks
I got a hundred some shots, I got a hundred some rocks
For all the junkies that be feenin' and be wantin' to cop
I said, you can't ever get your ho back
She can't ever get her phone back
I might bust open the cognac
Say get in the whip, I play the music, then we drove back
I might, I might play the throwback
Vibing to some Kodak
Pluggin' with the gang, just like the wodie was a phone jack
Glock stay in the hoodie, I hung it up on the coat rack
Ayy, yeah, I threw forgis on the whip
I might slide around with a red key
Foenem with the drac it's connectin' right to your neck piece
Bleedin' at your belly, I'm spinnin' a f*ckin' telly
Look like middle of the PB&J with Strawberry jelly
Roll the dice, ayy
I got two bad bitches tryna blow the pipe
Shake a bottle of rosé, I'm gettin' throwed tonight
Ayy, showin' signs that you might not go home tonight
Ayy, what
Ayy, roll the dice, ayy
I got two bad bitches tryna blow the pipe
Shake a bottle of rosé, I'm gettin' throwed tonight
Ayy, showin' signs, you might not go home tonight
Ayy, ayy, ayy
That look like he had way too much god damn Del Día
