UH HUH

Okay, okay

Yeah, yeah

Okay, okay

Yeah, yeah

Uh huh, uh huh, (okay, okay) uh

Fuck that bitch, and she say uh huh, uh huh (okay, okay), uh

In the back of that damn sprinter with that uh huh, uh huh, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, uh

On my jet because I'm rising slowly now

That bitch ain't no saint, so why she acting holy now?

Flexing with that gat, but if I ask, can you show me now?

And yo' ho' gone as fuck 'cause like a damn fan she blow me now

Yo' bitch say she love me, yeah bitch mkay

I step into her life and now that bitch (hm) gay

She probably don't fuck with you 'cause you still buy her MK

Hit the mystery box and guess the gat (hm) ray

Making so much plays right now, a nigga feel like Duwap

Robbed the plug for that QP, go head, just take yo' shoes off (yeah)

Step up in that pent', that ho' already took her shoes off

Red beam at your fucking nose, a nigga look like Rudolph

Green beam at your body, now that nigga look like Shego

Sucking on cucumber, so I know she got a deep throat

Subbing me on IG bitch, sub 'bout this fucking peephole

Sipping so much wock, I pour this bitch in a tampico

I don't trust these niggas, so bitch come alone

And I don't trust no nigga who can't be his own

Still don't need no motherfucking king on my throne

FN to your body, now you motherfuckin' thrown

She asking for the blunt, she got me motherfuckin' thrown

And bitch, I face the 'woods until I'm motherfuckin' flown

Bryson Tiller say she love me bitch (hm) don't

Saying you gonna shoot that in real life, you won't

Beefing over IG, yeah they beefing over posts

Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (okay, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (gang)

Uh huh, uh huh, (okay, okay) uh

Fuck that bitch, and she say uh huh, uh huh (okay, okay), uh

In the back of that damn sprinter with that uh huh, uh huh, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, uh

Yeah, yeah