PlayBoy

Yeah

Grrt, yeah

Hold on, look, look

You know it's a hit when Spitta spit on your shit

Alright, look, I got it, check this out

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Let me eat, yeah

I just went, put thirty in my shit

Well, thirty-four if we talkin' every cent

Take that pullout out and stop straddlin' the fence

I got girl, I got boy, you want ladies or the gents?

Yeah, I got that bag, I ain't playin', I get to it

She know I'm yeah, she a fan of my music

I bet she take my side, me and son gettin' to it

I can shoot him in his shit, she gon' say I ain't mean to do it

I'm rollin', 'bout to go and pick up Logan

This pistol legal, but this bitch, I got it stolen

I sold 'em all, fentanyl, that wasn't even much, no, dog

Got her squattin' like a frog, knockin' pictures off the wall

You touch my chain and get zipped, yeah, I spent a grip

Bitch, I'm doin' this for Flip, every time I bust my lips, yeah

She built the case, what? I plead the fifth, yeah

A bad bitch, I set it off, Jada Smith

I dropped the price on the ice, got it snowin'

She so wet, it look like her pussy glowin'

These **** pussy, but I'm already knowin'

I'm the G.O.A.T., you touch one horn on my head and I'm blowin', yeah

This ain't a van, but in my pocket, I got bands, ****

Bitch, I'm so hot, look, I can't even take no fan picture

World on my waist when in this place, so I can't dance with you

I told that bitch I want your mama, let my friend get you

Yeah, ****, I just popped a thirty in this bitch

Look, a **** better not make me nervous in this bitch

My shooter pop out with his mask on like he purgin' in this bitch

You'll get your ass washed like some detergent in this bitch

****, what the lick read?

Yeah, get the drop and pull up on the ten-speed

Yeah, if it ain't 'bout no money, you can miss me

**** drop a diss, he catch a hold just like a CD

Yeah, **** know it's pressure when they see me

Bitch, it's goin' down, I send you up just like E.T

Good at impersonatin' ass **** wanna be me

****, you ain't gangster, you been watchin' too much TV

The piece made by Johnny Dang, the chain made by TV

Fuck him, let his baby mama love him

**** shouldn't have crossed me

If it's up, then it's stuck

Ain't no comin' down from that

I told her hit the head or get dropped off where I found you at, yeah

This ain't a van, but in my pocket, I got bands, ****

Bitch, I'm so hot, look, I can't even take no fan picture

World on my waist when in this place, so I can't dance with you

I told that bitch I want your mama, let my friend get you

Yeah, ****, I just went, put thirty in my shit

I wish a **** make me nervous in this bitch

My shooter pop out with his mask on like he purgin' in this bitch

You'll get your ass washed like some detergent in this bitch