When I'm up with a baddie, the baddestBut I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the BronxOn my ****, cattle and ratchetMake the **** get lit with the matchesDon't rewind, no smoke till I'm passingIf it's static, like a paddockAutomaticsWhen I'm patting my side, I ain't shaking my hipI'm just making sure I got the blickUp in the traffic, got a kickYou dip, he dip, she dip, we dipStuntin' on you, that ain't in my bracketIf you want the cookie, gotta tax itAll of my exes wish I was averageSnap that butt, got him like a lackeyNow let's get it, how we moveI'm in tune with the trappers and goonsWith sleep, I was hitting the snoozeYellow tape, I put a bop on the newsLike, I be lining these ****, they foolYou fall in love, you be sending him nudesAfter I **** him, I give him the bootI be hiding in Kentucky, think I'm his booWhen I'm up with a baddie, the baddestBut I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the BronxOn my ****, cattle and ratchetMake the **** get lit with the matchesDon't be whining, no smoke, tell him, pass itIf it's static, like a paddockAutomaticAnd drug dealers and gang membersWith tattoos, with a big flickAnd a big ****, and he eat like a vacuumThe drill rapper, he be killing, the scammingHe be stealing, I mean, I let him hitThen we fell asleep, and when I woke up, he was still in itYeah, it's Remy, it's LittyJust got some brand new ****, my ass so softAnd I'm real, like, pretty, and you love how I talkSo New York City got problems, say somethingIf I want you in there, I take himYeah, my voice deep, cause my throat deepAnd he want me inYeah, my voice deep, cause my throat deepAnd he want me in there, say somethingBig problemsWanna run with the baddies, the baddiesBut I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the BronxOn my ****, cattle and ratchetMake the **** get lit with the matchesDon't be whining, no smoke, tell him, pass itIf it's static, like a paddockAutomaticWanna run with the baddies, the baddiesBut I'm sorry, lil' baby, I live in the BronxOn my ****, cattle and ratchetMake the **** get lit with the matchesDon't be whining, no smoke, tell him, pass itIf it's static, like a paddockAutomaticWhen I'm patting my side, I ain't shaking my hipI'm this ****, sure, I got the ****We'll be right back.We'll be right back.
