Lyrics
Hit him with—
If I catch him, I'ma hit him with that fye fye (Hit him with the move, David)
If I catch him, I'm gon' him with that fye fye
If I catch him, bet I hit him with that— huh, huh (You're not makin' this easy, Kyle)
If I catch him, I'm gon' him with that fye fye
I'm uppin' AR when I slide to make him cha-cha
I just blew two hundred on some pasta
I just threw a four up in my soda like I drop fives
She think I give a fuck, she keep on sayin' she gon' leave me
How I'm stuntin', probably make this shit look easy
Shit was bad, now I'm good, boy, the pockets built like Peezy
If I told you what I made today, you wouldn't believe me
Blew me like a candle 'cause I'm icy like a piece of cake
He ain't bought no tickets to a concert, but he seen a Drac'
French kissing with my coffee cup, we doin' PDA
I've been runnin' that shit up for years, still don't need a break
The lil' K a classic, take care of me, I need the Drac'
Detroit shit so ghetto, snuck my fire through the TSA
Lil' bitch so annoyin', wanna argue every single day
She caught me tryna make up, okay, cool, I'm 'bout to beat her face
Beat the pussy, PETA case, I wrap it up like Jesus day
These big-ass VS diamonds in my bezel, can't even see the face
My dog pull up Cybertruck like fuck it, throw the key away
When you make this much, you get escorted when you leave the bank
And my bitch ghetto, Peezy, her skin color Reese's
I never fuck with none of my ****' bitches, that's too easy
A **** try to hold me and my brothers, gotta see me
We fuck around, drop an M on doggy brother like Luigi
With all this VS water on me, I look like a squeegee
I raced off on the troopers, they can't flick me with these deezies
Like baby, I ain't cheat, I got my dick sucked by lil' Phoebe
I caught him in the winter, bullets rip right through his 'Cleezy
Hutchy like police or somethin', they keep tryna freeze me
Fuck this limelight, I still'll up my lemon squeezie
Your bitch want my fuckin' sack, I call her Kuechly
****, what you make a year, I blow it weekly
What a **** makin' in a year I spend on jewelry
My bitch bad as hell, ain't got no class, this shit truancy
I'm bored as hell, playin' a game of checkers on my Louis brief
Hoes walkin' up, "Are you NASAAN?", bitch, you know it's me
Kel-Tec, I fold it, he gon' cry for you like Jodeci
My bitch doin' lines, but they smooth, she doin' poetry
Diamonds on me dancin' to the left, they hit they shoulder lean
My dog pourin' Quagen up, he mix it with the soda cream
If I catch him, I'm gon' him with that fye fye
I'm uppin' AR when I slide to make him cha-cha
I just blew two hundred on some pasta
I just threw a four up in my soda like I drop fives
Written by: NASAAN, StanWill
