[ Featuring Francis ]
Ooooo
Ooooo
Wah Wah Wah
Ooooo
Ooooo
Wah Wah Wah
Uh uh uh
These bitches don't know what it feel like
I pop my collar and it feel like
They tryna holla at your boy
They tryna holla at your boy like
I really run with the fools
These bitches, these bitches
Just something to do
I pull out the bread
These women be drooling
I put 'em to bed
These bitches be snoozin'
Beachfront drinking landsharks getting hella bent
Biking in the building
Catch us in the room like elephants
3rd project tell 'em
We Really in our element
Allergic to the trendy shit
Somebody grab my epiPen
Hot tea and pretty girls my favorite kind of medicine
Aura lighting up the whole spot
Shout out to Edison
Flow so Elegant
Carolina resident
Best trio making brioche that there's ever ever been
And it's never gon stop
This the foam in the cup
Bitch we'll rise to the top
What
Putting on my wallabees
Stepping on y'all wanna bs
You some critter niggas
Gotten bigger since wanna b
Had to turn my ringer off the money kept on calling me
Belt made of pelt
Saying f*ck you to the modesty
Switched to 6th gear
Boy we Popping the clutch
More like arsonist then artists
How we lighting you up
You more like taxidermy mannequins
You don't got the guts
Singing covers in the streets
I bet y'all waiting for stubs bud
Oh oh
You don't know what it feels like
Feels like
To be wah
But you're not her
You're not her to me
