Nah nah nah-nah, uh uh uh, uh uh yeah yeah
(SmooveMadeIt)
(Ayo Trilly punch me in)
They see me in
I wasn't ever losin' but I was jus' preppin' myself for the win
(Yeah, yeah)
She brought her friend, beat up the pussy
Then I go an' cop an' hop in a Benz (beat him up)
She love my music but say it confusin'
I ran it all up from the start till the end (yeah, yeah)
You just a fan, why I'mma tell you the in an' the outs?
I'm runnin' them bands
I need that bag today
So I ain't got time to be trippin' an' write no love song
Yeah, write no love song
We all experience love-loss, yeah
Niggas be hatin' so they got me cruisin' round wit' a stick
Who's a lil' bitch?
No, I ain't ever gone lose again, I'm runnin' this shit
Like, hey! Jaey, that's my name
Lil' broke nigga from down LA (aye)
'Bout 6,1 wit a low-top fade (aye)
Niggas knew that we was gon' get to that cake (aye)
Hey! Bitch, say my name
Two door coupe, nigga ain't she change (for real)
Bad ahh bitch, shawty screamin' my name (aye, aye, aye)
In the foreign, sped off, wit' a brand new chain
Now all of these niggas are fine
When a nigga pop out in designer (nah, nah-nah)
In the booth, cookin' up benihana (yeah)
If the bitch wanna fuck, gotta find her (nah, nah-nah)
Sayin' he want smoke but he lyin'
If you wanted that, you would come find us (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas know we ain't doin' no hidin'
When we pushin' out, here come the sirens
33 bands and some brand new Givenchy
I jus' put that bitch in a drop top (drop top)
I been in the kitchen and cookin', not Whitney
But shawty said she wanna hotbox (hotbox)
I hit it once and I'm gone in a jiffy
'Cause our ugly friend wanna cockblock (why?)
Now I can't fuck wit that thot, nah (nah, nah)
J.P pop out the wit the glock, Bop
They see me in
I wasn't ever losin' but I was jus' preppin' myself for the win
(Yeah, yeah)
She brought her friend, beat up the pussy (beat him up)
Then I go an' cop an' hop in a Benz
She love my music but say it confusin'
I ran it all up from the start till the end (yeah, yeah)
You just a fan, why I'mma tell you the in an' the outs?
I'm runnin' them bands
I need that bag today
So I ain't got time to be trippin' an' write no love song
Yeah, write no love song
We all experience love-loss, yeah
Niggas be hatin' so they got me cruisin' round wit' a stick
Who's a lil' bitch?
No I ain't ever gone lose again, I'm runnin' this shit
She got some back an' she carryin' (damn)
Only keep her for a week, I ain't marryin' (damn)
If you shootin' at me then I'm parryin' (what)
Aye, your nigga, he weak, he a jerian (ok, ok)
Simpin' on you for some weeks, tryna marry it (yeah)
How that pussy ain't wet, you Aquarius (yeah)
I been gone for a week, I get back, we can link
Sayin' likely to blow, it's precarious (aye, aye)
AP, buss in drip
Water when I'm servin' the ounce
Big bone, put the dick in her mouth (yeah)
TTG, my niggas edit shit out
She don't see my little secret (yeah)
In the pussy, I'mma stretch a bitch out (yeah)
In my phone prolly stretchin' her out
My baby, niggas know how we bounce (uh, u-uh)
She want the money to powdered glory
She think I'm love but I'm fuckin' her friend
Don't got no friends but I got some bruddas
That I know was rockin' wit me 'til the end ('til the end)
Double my partners, in tune wit each other
An' none of them stressin' 'bout many bands
She got a man but shawty a freak
An' she saw I don't give a fuck 'bout her man (damn)
They see me in
I wasn't ever losin' but I was jus' preppin' myself for the win
(Yeah, yeah)
She brought her friend, beat up the pussy (beat him up)
Then I go an' cop an' hop in a Benz
She love my music but say it confusin'
I ran it all up from the start till the end (yeah, yeah)
You just a fan, why I'mma tell you the in an' the outs?
I'm runnin' them bands
I need that bag today
So I ain't got time to be trippin' an' write no love song
Yeah, write no love song
We all experience love-loss, yeah
Niggas be hatin' so they got me cruisin' round wit' a stick
Who's a lil' bitch?
No I ain't ever gone lose again, I'm runnin' this shit