stfu

Yeah

BANA, BANA

Yeah

BANA

Sippin' color purple, no motherfuckin' Celie

If them **** think they passin' us up, them **** silly

And if a **** think he fuckin' with us, I tell him, "Really?"

Slap the bitch and tell her shut the fuck up

I been running it up, yeah

Did a show in Carolina, made a killing

I'ma slide out to Atlanta with my ****

I was just on the corner with Chase, makin' figures

And before a **** roll up, she tell me, "Hold up"

She make me put that doja down, then she take my clothes off

As soon as I walk in the spot, bitch takin' her clothes off

Never know if **** fuckin' with ya 'hind closed doors

My pockets azul, and my flag rojo

Will I let a **** beef with one my mans? No, no

Soon as she walk in, she takin' off my pants, oh, woah

Oh, woah, oh, woah, oh, woah, oh, woah

I could teach you a thing or two 'bout finessin'

And when the bitch come around me, I'm never stressin'

And you know I can't trip 'less it's 'bout lettuce

No, no-no, no-no (Yeah, yeah)

My phone locked, gotta hit my slime just to send a message

If I give you any of my time, just know that's a blessing

Yeah, oh, woah

Did a show in Carolina, made a killing

I'ma slide out to Atlanta with my ****

I was just on the corner with Chase, makin' figures

Sippin' color purple, no motherfuckin' Celie

If them **** think they passin' us up, them **** silly

And if a **** think he fuckin' with us, I tell him, "Really?"

Slap the bitch and tell her shut the fuck up

I been running it up, yeah

Yeah, shut the fuck up

I been running it up, yeah

Yeah, shut the fuck up

I been running it up, yeah

Woo, woo

Slap the bitch and tell her shut the fuck up

I been running it up, yeah