Lyrics

Damn, damn, damn (yeah) Cookin' with my guap (huh, yeah) ('Cause in this bitch) cookin' with my guap myself (hoe? Hol' on) (Bitch you need to stop it just don't drop it, hol' on), damn Everything cozy hoe! (like me) I've gotta cook up, I ain't no rook uh (nope) Bitch said she like my energy, I told her book us Pull off in the Wrangler orange leather, it's so tango (yeah) Sweatsuit to match, lookin' like a damn mango Pocket 'bouta hit you with this rocket, make some magic (yeah) Levels to this shit, top floor I'm in the attic I don't date no bitches 'cause they always act dramatic (nah, nah) Slidin' in my DM's want my number you can't have it Let's not get ecstatic, shit will get traumatic I don't do no drama, I sit pretty like a bad bitch My lifestyle so tragic, yay think it's funny (nah) Takin' over tri-state, ain't none of you bitches can (let son?), Me None of you bitches can't run me (nope) None these bitches can't run me (hold on) I'm gettin' to the I'm gettin' to the I'm gettin', money (hold on) Gettin' to the bag, yeah, your girl is trash (girl is trash) Gnarly in the party, goin' crazy 'bout to spaz Yeah, I'm next up, gotta get my checks up (damn) I be in the trap, why these bitches got they legs up (damn) Yeah, I smoke, big weed before you come and touch me (don't touch me, bitch) Flexin' on these bitches out here, 12k in two weeks (damn) Come and gettin' to the bag, yeah your girl is trash (your girl is trash) Gnarly in the party goin' crazy 'bout to spaz Hold on, yeah, I am your dad I don't give a fuck Pull up in the coupe or the Bentley truck (damn, damn) (Pull up in a coupe, ha, pull up in a damn) (Coi Leray, you know my name, bitch)
Writer(s): Terrell Lamonte Palmer Seabolt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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