Kyeah

(She asked me if I wanna fuck, I said)

Kyeah

(She asked if I ride around town with it tucked, I said)

Kyeah

(She asked if I'm tryna go make me some bucks, I said)

Kyeah

Kyeah, kyeah, kyeah, kyeah

My **** will shoot your shit up, they don't care

Your bitch tryna pull up and fuck, she finna come here

I walk around town fly as fuck, John Paul Gaultier

These hoes see I'm going up, they give me derrière

But when i was down bad these hoes won't there

These **** acting like they hard but these **** pears

These **** copying my swag, these **** some parrots

Your hoe taking off her top showing me her cherries

I take that top off of that drop, I slide in that

Mclaren

Me and my **** step up in the spot and we got your hoe staring

Your hoe listen to my songs, she like what she hearing

I really can put that shit on, they like "What he wearing?"

Kyeah

Yeah, that metal gon' go through your dome like some fucking earrings

My **** they slide to your home like they running errands

Its too many hoes to fuck on, I cannot do marriage

I don't eat no vegetables but my chain it got carrots

My shooter hit you from a far, he got good awareness

Kyeah, kyeah, kyeah, kyeah

Shoutout Ni