Hey, look, look
You've never seen me cry
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I walk in with my twin looking bad as *
We see bitches hating, but they mad cause they can't * with us
If your nigga look, then he took and now he stuck with us
*, we might just give him back cause if he like you, then it ain't no luck with us
Kick and * like Kung Fu
I be chillin', I chillin', livin' doing my one-two
And I can't stress about no nigga, I'm too young to
So if you tellin' me you done, bitch, I'm done too
Ho-ass nigga, what the * I look like runnin' the nigga down
And I gotta ask my twins, say * that *, now you let me have it
Baby, this a backwoods, no, we do not smoke on ground
Bitches forgettin' that they regular, that's wrong, * with rap
I shake back quick, don't sell out to me
Bought no bitch, that you gon' end up that way
Beatin' up that keyboard, get in the field and be by action
I should be passin' out some hats the way you hoes be capin'
Bitches tryin' to get this money, all these niggas be distractin'
Puttin' my lyrics in a caption
The only thing you can do when thinkin' bout touchin' me is imagine
And I'm drippin' this designer, just a different type of fashion
He told me he tryin' to beat it up, but he ain't Michael Jack
Niggas sellin' dreams quicker than an AC sellin'
No motion ass nigga, I can't even get a seven
Bougie ass hood, bitch, I grew up around a felon
Baby, boy, just give me head, I am not with all them questions
I'm not with all them, not with all them
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Nah, yo, you made it