Want Me

Fah, fah

Fah, fah

Fah, fah

Fah, fah-fah, fah

Hit a **** up, call it 2Pac

She tryna play my song on the boom box

I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with two thots

Look at that girl like, "Man, that bitch too hot"

Shout-out to Autumn 'cause I got two Glocks (VDV got it)

Jumped off the porch, now I'm on the rooftop

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Bad lil bitch and she givin' me knowledge

Shawty real fine and she go to college

Might give that girl all the money in my wallet

Me and my ****, you know that we ballin'

I brought a 40 and bro brought the MAC in

Me and my ****, yeah, we never lackin'

40 gon' make that boy dance, Michael Jackson

**** is mad 'cause the paper I'm stackin'

It's gettin' real messy, think I need a napkin

Told that boy Millie K, he gon' hand me the MAC-10

No, I'm not a Crip but I get it crackin'

If I see a hoe, I'ma blow her back in

Look at your boy, you know that I'm paper chasin'

I'm soundin' like Dami, no reparations

Me and my bros goin' on vacation

Like Quavo, I can't wait to say that we made it

Call me Santana 'cause I stay on go

I'm sorry, bro, I ain't tried to steal your flow

I'm 4'2" in real life, I stand on my money, I'm 5'2"

Yo' ass been talkin', can't wait till we find you

I stick to yo' ho just like she some fine glue

No King Von, but ****, she mine too