Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi she bringin' a party

So be on your top with her

Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money

You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience

I got a **** that be there in Harlem and I got a rapper lil' boo from the Bronx

And them **** be walkin' straight past each other and don't even know that they really be bonding

We cannot share the same goal if we can't share a wallet

You bitches gon' do what you told

I'm doin' whatever to them for the paper to win

And these bitches be pussy like Doja

Send for that kitty like come a lil closer

Said it before and I thought that I told you

Not for the frontal that cappin' is bogus

Beefing forever, I never get closure

Bitches gon' tell you whatever to make you feel better

I'm one of the worst when I speak

It's really up with whoever, I'm never indebted

Y'all later then overdue fees

Let's really see who be steppin', I'm on a new level

They trippin' like laces on feet

Tellin' em codes with the name, he can only tell gang shit, it only be Ka'doe to me

Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi

She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her

Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money

You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience

Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi

She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her

Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money

You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience

Reason or not, I'ma still stunt

Tell em to put all they bands on the forefront

When I came and I left, he was still nuttin'

He was in me and still hard to feel somethin'

Damn near zero to me, that's a failed subject

Not my speed or degree, it's a cold summer

Gotta wait for dessert, I'm a slow cummer

Gotta keep me in heat keep the stove running

They don't stand up for you, do gymnastics for me

And it really don't take too much askin' on G

I was playin' the back, now they back up on D

Cause I'm crackin' like pop in a pot in the grease

They was short on the change, so I'm out of they reach

So come ride on this wave, it take more than a feet

I ain't thinkin' bout' age, I'm thinkin' bout' cheese

**** finna probably die in a week

Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi

She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her

Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money

You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience

Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi

She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her

Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money

You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience

Call me Test, but ****, bet not test shit

We sendin' them shots, I ain't sendin' no messages

****, she can get real, but shit can get hectic

I'm callin' these plays, feelin' like 'Ron Leftwich

Chasin' that shit, man, that shit be pathetic

You want some smoke in the air, ****, come and get cancer

I'm poppin' that bitch like I opened a fanta

I'm droppin' that dick and I really do damage

Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi

She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her

Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money

You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience