Lyrics
'Cause I'm not just anybody, I'm not just anybody
Ayy, ayy, girl, I'm a thot, I ain't nothin' like them
Ayy, ball out these ****, you know I'm comin' trim
Ayy, he tryna play, we gon' take off his limbs
Yeah, I wouldn't wanna be him, wouldn't live in no Simp
Tires trying to catch that boy, I wouldn't wanna be him
Put a basic lil' bitch in some skim
Hundred few **** tryna pull my car
Or a new Cadillac, Trey, tryna knock off his limbs
Ayy, I'm on that ass, and the bitch goes to the morning
Ball out the blades, and she like, "I'm pointin'"
Ayy, ayy, I'm on that Adidas, I'm Tracyn' Martin
And I got a bad bitch, play with her horn
Don't know why they mention me, **** a-knowin'
Take hoodoo, ask these **** if he dreamin'
Gotta watch them hoes, these bitches be schemin'
In the O or the N-O-E-N, I'm from Yemen
Shootin' that cubicle 'cause love ain't real
Every time I pop out, **** fly in the sky
Stay tryna get high, might die off a pill
With a opp, ****, hold up my sweet side
When we actin', deserve a whole meal
More up in the shoot like Baby Drill
Posted a lil' fresh report with them racks
I'm glad we blessed, you can tell how we live
Know I ain't trickin', this burger's a surprise
Before we go to heart, get your breasts on them thighs
Got the tops on the side, got Glocks in the ride
The switches, a mirror to preach us, I ain't doin' no glitches
We trappin', makin' it happen, boy, we be stackin'
Ayy, why she be actin' like she classic?
Boy, I get the nasty
Ayy, I get the pack, make you feel like gymnastics
Told her, "Walk up, me and Moe bust a boat
Do a whole lot of shit, most of the cliques ain't showin'
We be thuggin' for real, don't go down kill
For the broke ****, money on his smile, pinky toes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
Me and Lil' Moe get up street for a walk
Sold a whole lot of dope, ain't sold our soul
Written by: Marquis Davidson