Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Hooks
Songwriter
Lirik
She a ride or die, I get in the whip, and then I ghost ride
Get your girl, but then I might want her friend, **** they both mine
Hit her line, and she don't answer the phone, because she on mine
Booty up, I got her face to the floor, she at the goal line
She know that I'm all good in the hood, don't need a cosign
She bouncing like she Kangaroo Jack, got me like oh my
The way that shorty gon throw it back, it's like it's 09
Call me Stunna 4 Vegas, cause ima hit that hoe, four times
Call me Stunna 4 Vegas, cause ima hit that hoe, four times
One out of ten, girl you a ten, four times
She make a viddy dancing to me, and post it online
I mind the business the pays me, I pay them no mind cause
I can make you, make you dance to this
I can, I can make you, make you dance to this
I can have you twerking on a handstand to this
I'ma, i'ma have to throw some bands to this
Say, wop-wop, ah-wop, ah-wop, wop, ah-wop
Wop-wop, ah-wop, ah-wop, wop, ah-wop
Say, wobble-dee-wobble-dee-wop-wobing-wobing
Wobble-dee-wobble-dee-wop-wobing-wobing
Not Thursday but she throw back
I love the way she throw that
She twerking like she's Megan
I'm dancing like I'm Kodak
These other ****, so wack
I'm stepping on em', doormat
Said can he get his hoe back
Said can I get my flow back
I got her four pockets full, cause that's my lil baby
She threw it back too far, I had to call a safety
Her lotus flower the bomb, but I'm gon call her daisy
She gon think I'm with Jay Wavy, she know we go crazy
She said hold on wait a minute, turn the music down
Her boyfriend thought she left at eight, he walk in the house
She said really hold on wait, please don't make a sound
I turned the music up, like Cory, boy, we in the house
Yeah, got me in the house, like corona virus
I got 2 girls, that look alike, I call them Miley Cyrus
Dawg, my drip is freezing cold, so I don't need a stylist
Catch me singing to yo hoe, like I'm YK Osiris
Done with the laptop, that's how I put the mac down
If she wanna act up, I put her back down
Her ex ****, green screens, they in background
And they can't try to school me, cause I'm a class clown
I can make you, make you dance to this
I can, I can make you, make you dance to this
I can have you twerking on a handstand to this
I'ma, i'ma have to throw some bands to this
Say, wop-wop, ah-wop, ah-wop, wop, ah-wop
Wop-wop, ah-wop, ah-wop, wop, ah-wop
Say, wobble-dee-wobble-dee-wop-wobing-wobing
Wobble-dee-wobble-dee-wop-wobing-wobing
Say, wop-wop, ah-wop, ah-wop, wop, ah-wop
Wop-wop, ah-wop, ah-wop, wop, ah-wop
Say, wobble-dee-wobble-dee-wop, wobing, wobing ****
Wobble-dee-wobble-dee-wop, wobing, wobing ****
Written by: Chris Hooks