Pop out, she creepin’ (Pop out, she creepin’)
Main bitch, she leavin’ (Main bitch, she leavin’, go)
Text is deceivin’ (This text’s deceivin’, yeah)
Big booty bitch, I need it (Big booty bitch, I need it)
Wake up, why you sleepin’? (Wake up, why you sleepin’?)
This phone is beepin’ (Beep, beep, beep)
This phone is beepin’ (Beep, beep, beep; I’m on top again)
This phone is beepin’
Bro sellin’ bricks from the cell, right out the cell, rockin’ Margiel’ (Yeah)
Drank got me movin’ like a snail, ridin’ through Hell, drummin’, stay loud (It’s lit)
My bitch put it on well, walkin’ with a smell, thuggin’ with the felons
Rick Owens kith, Rick Owens kith, the floor I sleep on
The phone is beepin’ (Beepin’), she callin’ it a evenin’ (Evenin’)
A nigga like Pink P (Pink P)
New chain, we should link it (Ball and chain)
Blue hundreds, is it leanin’? (Blue) Stack it up, stinky (Straight up)
Icin’ her rinky (Rinky), put her on a lingy (Lingo)
Put her in a Lamb’, or the Benz, and she slim but she thick, it depends
Look like you rock YSL with this tint (Alright)
We’ve been up four days in a row, how many more days until I’m a hit?
She sleepin’ in my crib like she ain’t got rent
Hold on, you hearin’ how these chains are slappin’ on my chest?
Wow
Double Cs, just in the Vers’ (Mm), got my name stitched in the Brabus (Uh-mm)
Went front-door to the Met (Met), but, no, no, ho, I ain’t mad (Met)
Put her front row of event
Babe, buy the clothes you can get, yeah
Baby, these braids, not dreads
You can come through, through the air (Yeah)
We drink cool, it’s rare (Yeah)
Juggin’ on both of the chair
Had to fall through with a nine-piece (Icy), well overdue for affair (Yeah)
No need for make-up or underwear ’cause I’ve been locked in at the crib (Uh-uh, wow)
Pop out, she creepin’ (Pop it, pop it)
Main bitch, she leavin’ (Leavin’)
Huh, text is deceivin’ (Woah, leavin’)
Big booty bitch, I need it (Big booty bitch, I need it)
Wake up, why you sleepin’? (Uh)
This phone is beepin’ (Beep, beep, beep)
This phone is beepin’ (Beep, beep, beep)
Phone on vibrate, make her legs vibrate
Fly them hoes out, make them ho migrate
She shake that ass, the bag gon’ gyrate
Water my neck, lil’ bitch went dehydrated
I’m on the back like carbohydrates
In London with killers, I don’t swash on my mates
Came out the trenches, bananas on ‘Ks
Fuck a hundred niggas gon’ do with the apes?
Phone keep beepin’, she twistin’ her face
She know that we sneakin’, girl, stay in yo’ place
I get shawty geekin’, the tentacle deep in
She ran, that bitch squeakin’, put oil on her brakes
These bitch niggas speakin’, my name in they mouth
Ain’t gon’ shower for days, now how my dick taste?
Rainbow diamonds, this shit got me blingin’
Stepped out at the jeweler, bought a gay parade (Wow)
Pop out, she creepin’ (Pop it, pop it)
So bored at the house, she leavin’ (Leavin’, huh)
Text is deceivin’ (Wow, leavin’, huh)
Got a ho in my kennel crossbreedin’ (Body bag)
Wake up, why you sleepin’? (Uh-uh)
This phone is beepin’ (Beep, beep, beep)
Her phone is beepin’
This phone is beepin’ (Beep, beep, beep)
Her phone is beepin’, her phone is beepin’ (Yeah, yeah)
But that would be where—
Jamaica— Jamaica would be where you would go to really hear, like
A lot of rap music, and a lot of R&B
So, they— they play mainly dance music
Then, they have they rap set
And then, they go into reggae
And then they go back to— to the regular music
And shit like that
That’s as close as you could get to twerking
