Airbnb

This mothafuckin' AIRBNB Ain't got no internet How the fuck am I supposed to talk to bitches And get 'em wet? I don't even know what I'm really doing here I'm coolin' here I'm goin off the deep end Every other weekend These mothafuckas talk a lot of shit, on my timeline Bitch you call yourself thick? That's a fine line I just took a lime Over to your bitch's house Ate her out For the clout Passin' out On the couch I got tired of the old flows Ya I got tired of the old hoes Uh I got tired that the way it goes I keep a mask on, even when I'm fucking these hoes I'm sipping lemonade Bitches keep a lot of faith Haters don't know what to say When I pull up in they face Bitch I ain't playin games We gon' have to run the fade I been eating all the steak I don't take my bitch on dates This the mothafuckin' remix Pussy get to screaming Please don't make me put your fuckin' face up in the cement Rapping all the time Rap like everyday See a hater He don't look me in my face Uh ya Wrawky coming thru Uh ya Wrawky what it do Uh ya Wrawky got the moves Uh ya who the fuck the are you? Got these, BMs in my DM, do you see 'em? I just, freak 'em cup of tea 'em, then I leave em I ain't really got much to say Imma sit back, let the Mariachi play This the mothafuckin' anthem Bitches put they hands up Everybody in the crowd, up and down like asthma I just don't know what to do Cause I'm chillin like some glue Soon as I got poppin' pick the phone up who the fuck are you?