Wassup, what’s good, yeah

VV on the belt you know my fit is tucked, yeah

Stay with two babies, they gon’ show me love, they say they like my songs and they can’t get enough

Put my brodie first, my money come in different colors like some fucking nerds

I might claim the block and call this shit the tizzy turf, I’m still outside, I’m out with Wiz, yeah, that’s my twin for sure

I flow like Kaya I got melodies, shawty she lost the (?) of (?) but she remember me

She tried to tell me she a freak, you know that shit don’t faze me, you know I like ‘em crazy, she come like Venus baby

I can show you how it is, my money thick, (?), I make **** cry bitching like some fucking kids

I might be the same, Prada, I keep throwing fits

Wassup, what’s good, yeah

VV on the belt you know my fit is tucked, yeah

Stay with two babies, they gon’ show me love, they say they like my songs and they can’t get enough

Put my brodie first, my money come in different colors like some fucking nerds

I might claim the block and call this shit the tizzy turf, I’m still outside, I’m out with Wiz, yeah, that’s my twin for sure

Can’t even lie I got some money I keep on the side

I got some bitches they come in twos, got bitches they coming in fives, oh my god

I’ve been moving solo dolo in my prime, call her Gwen since she like the melanin I told her slide, that’s my slime

Shawty (?), and she won’t let me go she ain’t (?)

I’ve been hearing things, skits it’s no Key and Peele (Key and Peele)

I got two hearts and they both got looks to kill (looks to kill)

Yeah, yeah, so, what’s good, yeah

VV on my belt you know my fit is tucked, stay with two babies, they gon show me love (show me love), they say they like my songs and they can’t get enough (can’t get enough, yeah)

Put my brodie first, my money come in different colors like some fucking nerds

I might claim the block and call this shit the tizzy turf, I’m still outside, I’m out Wiz, yeah, that’s my twin for sure

Wassup, yeah, what’s good, yeah

VV on my belt you know my fit is tucked, stay with two babies, they gon show me love (show me love), they say they like my songs and they can’t get enough (can’t get enough,)

Put my brodie first, my money come in different colors like some fucking nerds

I might claim the block and call this shit the tizzy turf, I’m still outside, I’m out Wiz, yeah, that’s my twin for sure