Texty
Okay, aye man one more time man
East Rich man
Okay, okay, okay
Hey man, Tristo in this bitch no cap in this bitch, Brad Burley in this bitch, everybody in this bitch, whole team in this bitch
Ayy, lil' mama gon' shake that, yeah selfie in the mirror, better take that, woah
Shawty got a ass, don't waste that, bend that thing over, I'ma break that
Ayy, lil' mama gon' shake that, yeah selfie in the mirror, better take that, woah
Shawty got a ass, don't waste that, bend that thing over, I'ma break that
Yeah, don't really know if I'm in your plans
Don't really know if you got a man
I'm independent, I don't need advance
I walked in here with a stick in my pants
No, I don't fuck with you, no I don't dance
I keep it a hundred, I'm real with my fans
And I'm on tequila and she off the Xans, shit I might throw up, you know how I am
Yo, shawty don't want me, she need me a lot
I got the top ten cause I took me a spot
Thought she grabbing the dick, but she grabbing the glock
She asked how much money, I said bitch a lot
She told me pull up and she show me the spot
She said that she got a man, still want the cock
The only thing that I got left on is socks, the Percocet got me floatin on a yacht
Aye, lil' mama gon' shake that
Yeah, selfie in the mirror, better take that, woah
Shawty got a ass, don't waste that, bend that thing over, I'ma break that
Aye, lil' mama gon' shake that
Yeah, selfie in the mirror, better take that, woah
Shawty got a ass, don't waste that bend that thing over, I'ma break that
Shawty said she ain't got no man in her sheets
The bio say she vegan, but she eating my meat
And shawty see I'm getting cake, I think she want her a piece
But I ain't never bought a Birkin less I kept the receipt
Fuck that
Lil' bitch don't smoke on my pack
Lil' shawty don't know how to act
When I'm hitting from the back, boy, I'm grabbing on the tracks
I don't give a fuck, but she getting too attached
Dick in her back, make that bitch say woah
Don't let her in if you know she a hoe
She came in it bit, but she fucking the bros
Fucking over the click and that get you exposed
Shit, I got that pistol, that bitch bout to explode
You make the wrong move, that's a tag on your toe
Put that beam on your neck, then that bitch on your nose
Hit up Jay with a check and that bitch be so froze
Smoke that Zaza, show tatas like woah, woah, woah
Bad lil' mama, want dollas, not broke, broke, broke
Aye, lil' mama gonna shake that
Yeah, selfie in the mirror
Better take that, woah
Shawty got a ass don't waste that, bend that thing over, Imma break that
Aye, lil' mama gonna shake that
Yeah, selfie in the mirror
Better take that, woah
Shawty got a ass don't waste that, bend that thing over, Imma break that
Written by: Bobbyray Cartledge