I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup No matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Poo You will never catch me telling another what I won't do I be damming too, I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot If I scrike it, then you might see that bitch line up in my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on snooze I make my calls, these old bitches ain't paying my dues She gon' lick it all, that's the only way she come to my room If you pay for a hit, don't never call my phone, just check the news I can't pay for a hit, cause these bitches that don't whip, they whip I can't take a pic, cause if my bitch did, she gon' think I hit If we make a flip, you gotta use my phone, she ain't slick, out here doing wrong to make it right That's why I'm trapping bricks, you out here doing wrong Hating on the youngest like Uncle Ice, I ain't gotta use my phone I get on Yammer time, ain't gon' swipe Want a feature, telling them bring me 50, that's just my price Every night is nice to meet you, I'm really lit for life This ain't no hype, I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup No matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loop I'm fresh, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Poo You will never catch me telling another what I won't do I be damning too, I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot, if I scratch it Then you might see that line up in my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma feel what's I'm causing Put that mute, I might wake up, blow some cheese I might go to sleep off that lean, I might drip your saline 2300, that Jetson jeans, yeah, mirrors with the stars I be coming out way too clean, I don't rent it up off these trees Nah, I rent it up off these beats, I don't rent it up out the streets I don't rent it up off these keys, I might bless her if she sneeze No, you can leave, back in the day, these a***** ain't wanna f**k Now they tryna meet, real runner-up, second in the streets Just hand me my cleats I'ma wait up by that lead Traverse the front of the Middle East They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets But where the s**t do that, I'ma go in and buy that f***** meat And my f***** don't wear pink Ain't talking about no colors, I'm talking about that f***** that be cheap How the f**k you YIC, and you gotta take a pic Cause you my b*****, she gon' think I hit If we make a flip, you gotta use my phone, f***** slip I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup No matter how thick the f***** is, I won't put it before my loot I'm fresh as f*****, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Poo You will never catch me telling another f***** what I won't do I be damning f***** too, I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot If I strike it, then you might see that f***** line up in my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma f***** with my cause and put that f***** mute I'ma wait up by that f***** league Cap her wrist and throw her in the middle of the easel They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheet But if she do that, I'ma go in and buy that f***** meat