Demure

Yo, it's Jay Q, you know what the fuck going on

I ain't demure bitch, I'm a ho

I'm on the southside with your bro

Boy get out my face if you lame

Why the fuck you even leave home?

You ain't got no weed or no dough

You ain't got no lean or no goals

So I'ma give your ass the peace sign

Toodaloo bitch, adios, aye

I'm in the club and I'm twisted

We already took about eight shots

Time of the night, look at me wrong

Your dumbass is gon' get popped

We twerkin' on a fuckin' table

We twerkin on a fuckin' bar top

Another round of drinks comin' in

And none of that is what we bought

Bitch, fuck demure

I'm a fuckin' slut, ho

You say that you runnin' shit

Well then run that shit in my butt, ho

You can't afford me if you tryna fuck, bro

Them pockets lookin' small as hell

Go get you some new bucks bro

I ain't demure, bitch, I'm a ho

I'm on the southside with your bro

Boy get out my face if you lame

Why the fuck you even leave home

You ain't got no weed or no dough

You ain't got no lean or no goals

So I'ma give your ass the peace sign

Toodaloo bitch, adios

Aye

I'm in the club drunk as fuck

Baddies around me that wanna be fucked

Me and my bitches we really take pipe

Ain't talkin' crack, but this pussy a drug

A couple these bitches don't want me to win

I'm steady ballin' like Jeremy Lin

I'm on y'all's top, I don't care to offend

Fuck a screenshot, bitch, I'll say it again

Say it again

I'm very Demuretsy

I'm very cutesy

I'm very demure

But I mix them both because I'm what?

Very demuretsy

I'm very cute with it

But I'm very mindful with it

Very respectful with it

Bitch fuck that! AYE

Life's too short to be prim and proper

One thing about me, I'm a homie hopper

In real life I'm cool as hell

Just don't let me around them poppers

And my man just got out the box

But that shit is another tale

Been puttin' money on his books

Don't give a fuck 'bout who he killed

Bitch fuck demure! I'm a fuckin' slut, ho

You say that you runnin' shit

Well then run that shit in my butt, ho

You can't afford me if you tryna fuck, bro

Them pockets lookin' small as hell

Go get you some new bucks bro

I ain't demure bitch, I'm a ho

I'm on the southside with your bro

Boy, get out my face if you lame

Why the fuck you even leave home

You ain't got no weed or no dough

You ain't got no lean or no goals

So I'ma give your ass the peace sign

Toodaloo bitch, adios, aye