MELO - who yu been f&"#$&+? Lyrics

Go on the side, tryna be in
I'ma just be how we been, gonna get down
Down, down, look
I'll be you having your fun
Not a little mellow, I'm closing my distance
Knowing I'm having the work
Just like a chef, y'all, I'm all in the kitchen
Ain't from the brick, but I'm still in the shape
I got 14 racks like pickings
Come here, don't f*ck with the kids
Niggas line up, I got a bonus here to pick with
Yeah, I be just walking my cup
Give me a Sprite and you know I'ma mix it
Yeah, what you doing right now
Yellow and mellow, he been winning, did it
I'ma just chase for a check
Once that I get it, you know you can't get it
That shit was doing to lose it
Now this here, I'm doing to win it
Ain't doing no fixing for clothes
Niggas get on, yeah, you know it's no ditty
Choppers gon' make the world bounce
All on his body, I'm going into gritty
You know I'm 28, shit
I need my rack, I need more than a 50
Copping the coupe and revising and shit
I got the bottle, get litty
Big-ass lil' girl call her Tiffany, bitch
Just cause the gun got a titty
You know I'm f*cking with you
You let me know who the f*ck I ain't f*ck with
Have you been out with the dudes
You let me know if your ass been f*cking
Last year, these bitches were laughing at me
This year, these hoes ain't nothing
Got me a rubber band, stack it with money on
You know that bitch be bussing
Baby, we ain't talking a minute
You let me know if your ass been f*cking
I feel like Michael when I'm all in the air
I got the whole house jumping
Pity hoe laughing at me
Look at me now, yeah, I came up from nothing
24-hour on the shot
Wait till I get low, mellow, he clutching it
You know Lil' Draco just hop on the beat
Hit the snap, it ain't going for nothing
Big-ass Noah, lil' Bella, he SB
Right here beside me, he bussing
I'm like lil' mama, you mad
Your best friend the baddest, she heard I be f*cking
I'm from Tampa, so you know how it get
In this bitch, everybody get bussing
Hold on, I think I found a new flow
Me and Bella, smoking gas up in this bitch
Come here to Pluto
Two bands heasing in this bitch
Know how it get, we f*cking duos
He said he got me a fake
Your hoe on the phone and she want to f*ck
So I gotta make that reality
So I sure did, went to her crib
Now lil' bro found out he mad at me
Ayy, and that pussy was good
I'm trying to hit that hoe again
I might just spin the block and run it back
He saw us swishing that gin
And he took off like a Jamaican running track
Yeah, y'all niggas grind me
Y'all some snakes, I'll rob out your red cup
So look, yeah, you mister put that shit on reverse
And take it off, nigga, that's fake polo assassin
Hit that bitch from the back
We trying to be quiet, but that shit is clapping
Down, down, down, look