Ayy, they're like, “Lakeyah, why they sleeping on you so hard?” Don't-don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to jump back in my Goyard That's that bitch that keep pullin' out them foreign cars Put it in reverse to give your broke ass that jump start I hit my dance on these bitches like I'm Skuba Sada Drip on me heavy, got these bum hoes scuba divin' I know they hate to see I'm really cold, I'm goin' viral Yeah, I been fly since fifteen without a co-pilot (Bitch) I got these hoes real pressed and I ain't doin' shit And niggas lyin' on they dick, they ain't screwin' shit Who said who the bigger G.O.A.T.? That's some bullshit Somebody put the hammer to her head, br-bring that toolkit I'ma-I'ma keep it real, niggas ain't got no chance Bring that-bring that cheese, for a feature, I need ten bands I'm on they ass 'til it ain't one, just all legs My bitch dick bigger than yours and it's from Tool Shed These niggas cappin' in they raps, they ain't pop shit He popped a Perc but that nigga still go soft quick And they ain't never see me fight but I talk shit Put them dogs on you, pull up on you, get ya top ripped (Ayy) And plus my numbers goin' up, she a fan now And if it's smoke then it's up, you get fanned down Fuck it, no more pretty shit, I ain't playin' 'round Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm the dog, I'm the man now I call these broke-ass niggas unstable creatures And if he eatin' pussy, he an ass eater My niggas don't give a fuck who you with neither Beat yo' bitch ass out the joggers and her wife beater My nigga sent me that beat so I had to do it And-and I be shittin' on these hoes, I need more Louis You bum broke-ass hoes still goin' through it I should give these hoes a one-on-one, I go too stupid, bitch
You ain't fuckin' with my clique (At all) All we gotta do is post a pic, it make him sick (Yeah) Any nigga I fuck with, he know he gotta spend (Cash) Any bitch I hang 'round, you know that bitch a ten (Bad) Got him off a Perc (Yeah), took him out his shirt (Yeah) Niggas act like bitches so we put 'em all in a skirt (Hm) Nigga think he own that, he gon' end up on the shirt (Bye) Made him eat my pussy then I put it in a verse Bitches mad 'cause I'm winnin' (Ha) If it's new then I'm in it Hoes stay in my business (Huh?) I'm on demon time, got you bitches' niggas sinnin' Time to school these bitches, where they hall pass? (Yeah) I don't want your nigga, get your dawg back (Bye) If he don't get this pussy then that dawg mad (Ayy) Bad bitches only where my dawgs at (Woo)
If a nigga double-take, then his money, I'ma take Pussy tight, thighs thick, slurp up on it like a shake Bitches hard on the ‘net but in person, they gon' break Baby Glock in my bag, but my nigga brought the Drac' I'ma work him for that bag Got him braggin' that I came when that shit was really fake Sleep on that nigga, eat his meat like a steak Slide on that bitch, beat his sister with a rake Been won the race, tired of bitches 'cause they fake See my sons in the club, see my sons in my face I don't move with no mace, tryna put her in a brace Bitch, it's Miami, I'ma always make it shake (Ho) Bitches think they slime then we both gon' be snakes I'ma fuck someone nigga, someone heart that's gon' break Back that shit up with my ass in his face (Back it up) Stack that shit up, need some M's for my safe (Period)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
