Yeannn

Do what we do, have we had me?

This is Toritchi music!

Big bitch, I think molly (Wow)

This shit got good body (Wow)

But one thing I love, ho, the pussy (Ooh)

And when I get on the posse (Wow)

She ride dick, Ducati (Hmm)

This skate might be icy (Icy)

Lean and Sprite, she kissin' (Hmm)

No pimp, bitch, smoke on Skyy (Hmm)

Do what we do for sure (Hmm)

I'm havin' these racks on the floor (Wow)

Wipe out and cut the phone call (Hmm)

Wipe out and get that bread gone (Hmm)

Chanel it when I go dress up (Hmm)

Chanel it all back to the bone (Damn)

And I drive foreign (Hmm)

I wake up and put that shit on

And I wake up and smoke

And I fuck on a freak

And I go back to sleep

And I fuck with some more

I took that Racks check to the trap, now I got birds, baby

I put that flag back on that strap, sit on that curb, baby

And niggas too poor

They can't even see me like a ghost

My hands on the piece, none of the bros

Tell bitches to leave, do the most

I rock Chanel, but I'm big blood, you like my swag, baby?

I pour that ass, she runnin' up that fuckin' cash, baby

Big bitch, I think molly (Hmm)

This shit got good body (Wow)

But one thing I love, ho, the pussy (Ooh)

And when I get on the posse (Wow)

She ride dick, Ducati (Hmm)

This skate might be icy (Icy)

Lean and Sprite, she kissin' (Hmm)

No pimp, bitch, smoke on Skyy (Hmm)

Do what we do for sure (Hmm)

I'm havin' these racks on the floor (Wow)

Wipe out and cut the phone call (Hmm)

Wipe out and get that bread gone (Hmm)

Chanel it when I go dress up (Hmm)

Chanel it all back to the bone (Damn)

And I drive foreign (Hmm)

I wake up and put that shit on (Wow)

Sexy shit, sexy shit

You hear me, bitch?