deaf note

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, this the xperiment

Cover my ears when you talk, I ain't hearin' it

And I cover up my ears when you talk, I ain't hearin' it

And I cover up my ears when you talk, no way I'm hearin' it

As long as I got that yop' stick, I ain't fearin' shit

As long as I got my chopstick, I'm gon' use 'em like a Asian

Black bitch say she mixed, what? Yeah, she Blasian

Kick in your door, whoa, whoa, we brought thе K's in

Shawty, I'm on go, passin' bro, yeah, I'm not

You not celibate, put that on еverything you got

You not celibate, put that on everythin' you got

Bitch, you not celibate, put that on everythin' you got

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah

Five to the trap, pour a Sprite

Then we mix it (what the fuck?)

Pourin' up the drank every day

You not consistent (what the fuck?)

I pour up that drank every day

Niggas not consistent (what?)

I pour up that drank every day (what the fuck? Yeah, yeah)

Throw it in the air, hundreds (yeah), I'm makin' dancin' money (yeah)

She suck the dick, got her crashin' out

That gun too big, we could pass it out (yeah)

You can't leave red-handed

I still run over them hoes you be askin' 'bout (yeah)

Too much shit in my crib, can't fit it in a safe

Where the fuck I'ma stash the guap? (yeah)

Too much shit in my crib, he still stashin' out the shoebox (yeah)

Everywhere I go, it's all eyes on me, just like I'm Tupac (yeah)

Xperiment, but your ho gon' flock when cartunez drop (yeah)

Can't even beef on the internet, these niggas cartoons, opp (yeah)

Some bitch wanna meet the other day

We gotta tell your other nigga (yeah)

I ain't stressin' 'bout the pussy, I want figures (yeah)

Front page magazine, you can get your issue (yeah)

I might send you my location before I hit ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (what the fuck?)

Yeah, yeah (what the fuck?)

Yeah, yeah

Four in the drank, I'ma pass out

Ride with the dually, my cash

Ridin' in the dually, my cash out, uh

Hit that uh, hit that jackpot

Come in your spot, like, yeah

My young niggas whippin', he mad hot

Somebody pop out mad, boy

I'm still goin' crazy, I ain't worryin' about it

Still goin' crazy, we ain't worryin' about it

Still goin' crazy, we ain't worryin'

Still goin' crazy, we ain't worryin'

Still goin' crazy, we ain't worryin'

Still goin' crazy, still goin' crazy

Still goin' crazy, we ain't worryin'

Bitch, I'm fly like a bird, I just did another line

All of my bitches are lit, uh, I'm 'bout to have a ménage

Put 'em on the news, put the lil' hot ho on news real quick

I'm talkin' 'bout, "Ooh" (yeah, yeah)

All these hoes, they pussy, they don't know what to do

YVL my set, trim set, you know this shit forever

My diamonds wet, Eliantte, baguette, baguette

Yeah, I'm throwin' up fives, yeah, more beans on my neck (whoa)

Swerve in a Bentley, play with them racks, I'm on your neck

I can't get played, poppin' my shit with no regrets

Major league, Celine my jeans, I'm a vet'

I was born to bleed, y'all niggas pussy, ah, yeah

What you see in me? Bitch, I'm a hustler, I don't care (wow)

Pussy, money, weed, we havin' tons of it over here

Bitch, I'm a prodigy, they'll have to kill me, put me in the chair

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (what the fuck?)

Yeah, yeah (what the fuck?)