CYAN FREESTYLE

Yeah!

I need a boujee bitch like Cyan, ayy

Say what she want, I'ma buy it, uh

I'm stackin' it up I like math, uh-

Nah, I hate science, yeah

And I don't mess with the cap

I'm switchin' the roaster, whole different client, ayy

Know that I came with the heat

You came with the grease, you don't even iron

Don't need to look at the clock, but I know I'm on timing (Yes sir)

Know that I keep me a stack

I keep me a chip de Pico de Gallo

I hate me a bitch that be singing and sending me songs, got links in her bio

I need me a girl that know nothin' 'bout this shit

Got Soldier here with me

Yeah, slim thick, caramel skin

She ain't even built like that (Get it sexy)

Neck so cold like how do it chill like that? (She tryna sex me)

I don't even try, in my sleep make a hit like that

****, I'm just like that

She call me Instagram, I'm reel like that

Yeah, how the fuck I got this mami?

How the fuck her waist so snatched?

In a relationship with money (Yeah), all I think about is racks

In a relationship with nobody, you don't even know where the hoes at

I just linked your bitch, it's so funny, I don't know where her clothes at

President Slime, they call me Obama

Oops, I mean Zuma

These **** they bite, they luma

These **** ain't puttin' it on

I came with the drip, I came with the Thunga

I'm finna throw me a bad bitch party right here at the crib Just come with the cooler (Box)

Yeah

Militant Daddy they call me Young Soldier (Ooh, pops)

You done, your seven day trial is over

I'm finna line up my thots and pick from the range, I'm sumn like a Rover

I'm at your door, just like a Christian, ****, no witness (Ha, Jehova)

Got a boner

Yes, the baddies just hit me up

And they with it, they sippin' the Henny up

Know that Champagne is a must, I'm tryna bust

But don't get it twisted up

I got the money, I don't need the rizz

**** hatin' just takin' a piss

Know it's gon' hit when I'm there, **** don't need to guess

Makin' my millies, I came in a vest

Yes (No)

Where do I go?

Hoes, open the door

Hoes floodin' my-

Hoes floodin' my phone, yeah

Give that D, low

I'm in her V, lone

Give a fuck what a lil **** talmbout, ****, you not that lit (You not)

You better shut up (Before)

Young Soldier and Blxckie pull up (Of course)

They hated, I went and blew up (For sure)

Got power in me like a Puff (Oh, no)

My pockets is big and buff (They swole)

I don't even gym, it's rough (Oh, no)

I told her she ran outta luck (She did)

I told her I'm just tryna fuck (Yes)

Oh nah, I don't gotta, uh-

Hell nah, I don't got a crush