(It- it- it)
(Ha)
Yeah
Turn me up I ain't seen the ho in a minute woah
You could tell it's me when i'm pulling up by the tint
I'm tryn' f*ck up on this lil ho I think that she Dominican
If you walk up on me in public see how I really live
And I told that ho I was looking forward to the picnic
Ima f*ck with you later ho if you don't wan' lick dick
I got twin tecs taking souls get your block spinned
Why you flexing for the hoes you a lame bitch
And i'm rocking all designer clothes up in- ha
And this ho got me hooked I can't cap
And I ain't even tryn' go up off rap and you know it
But sometimes I feel like its nun' left
So I call up twin get that lil drank and pour it
And you say that you got that lil stick show it
And the 12 on my ass on my 6 yeah
And the twin turbo it came with kits yeah
And I want you bitch to have my kids yeah
I made a lil message to you and i'm glad that I didn't hit send girl
Truth is do I love you or not I be falling for hoes it depends girl
You don't even know how many times that I wrote your name with the pen girl
We on the same side but out of touch I still want you to win girl
When it get late I be thinking 'bout you
This prolly bout the fifth song 'bout you pshh
Yeah bad ho take her ass to hibachi
Then I take her home and I feel her body pshh
You my 4L how you feel about it yeah
If its for you i'll kill somebody
Name our son my middle name probably
Give a f*ck 'bout econ i'm flying private
And my pockets full of the dead bodies
Pshh pshh pshh