(Tell her to, shake it)

Woo

Blue tints, Cartier can't see me

Hang out the window, aim at his figi

Got her head on the floor when I fuck, she freaky

My lady with me, keep it fancy

Even when she's treeshy

Opp bitches they be dying to meet me

Amiri on me and my belt say CD

They gon' plot, pocket watch it get greedy

Bae treat me like I don't know that she need me

Know she tripping I tell her take it easy

I'm in your city for the breesh

On stage like slide, come see me

150 on her neck, she freezing

Get booked, get a bag and repeat it

Pull it out and make her eat

Ice on me, tell her come on a Ski trip

Tell her drive the yacht, don't sink it

Pour up the Henny and drink it

Huh

Ice on me, tell her

Blue Tints, Cartier, can't see me

Hang at the window, aim at his figi

Got her head on the floor when I fuck, she freaky

Baby, who you bank with?

Everyone know that we sanctioned

And we eating good it's a banquet

I tell her to shake it, shake it

Okay

Fuck with the woos and we dangerous

(Get back)

Like, come get turnt

Baby, I'm wasted

Told my mom I would fuck up the stages

Line em', if you wanna say shit

Got her speaking a whole other language

Get back, get back

Tell her send the location

Everyone know that I'm sanctioned

Sanctioned

This chop got kick, no time for kickback

Come in with the whip, you better whip back

Leaving em' flipped to get that whip lash

Got one man down, you better get back

Shoot first, bae hold the grip back

You mad bout what?

Go get your lickback

Double back, then we bending again

And rewinding, bet I spin back

Ask bout' Moca, never sit back

Like, don't bring bae, you get your bitch clapped

Empty the clip, 30,

At his six pack

Said bro send one we sending six back

You're treesh with me, get your bitch back

Inside this whip, look like a Kit-Kat

For your brother, you're taking that, huh

Where the risk at?

How you pop Perc's like it's a Tic-Tac

Left over breesh, I love to give back

Straight backends, every pocket in my jeans

Never met a body moving this tact

Dior my body, CD on my back

Okay, my jeans cost another rack

Bankroll too fat, okay, that thing go

Blue tints, Cartier can't see me

Hang out the window, aim at his figi

Got her head on the floor when I fuck, she freaky

My lady with me, keep it fancy

Even when she's treeshy

Opp bitches they be dying to meet me

Amiri on me and my belt say CD

Gangsta mmm