Lyrics
Yeah, ay
Yeah, ay, yeah, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Ay, ay, ay
I'm like, "B-, who is your mans?" Ay
Can't keep my d- in my pants, ay
My b- don't love me no more, ay
She kick me out, I'm like, "Vro," ay
That b- don't wanna be friends, ay
I gave her d-, she amen, ay
She put her tongue on my d-, ay
Look at my wrist, about ten, ay
Just got a pound of that boof, ay
Brought that - straight to the booth, ay
Tommy my Hilfiger voots, ay
She said, "Wan' f-?" B-, I do, ay
You put a gun on my mans, ay
I put a hole in your parents, ay
I just got lean on my Ksubis, ay
I got an Uzi, no Uzi
F- on me, look at me, ay
F- on me, yeah, look at me, ay
Look at me, look at me, yeah
F- on me, yeah, ay
Look at me, yeah, f- on me
Look at me, f- on me, yeah
Look at me, f- on me
Yeah, ay
Ay, shouts out Bans and them, ay
I took a white b- to Starbucks
That lil' b- got her throat f-
I like to rock out, I'm misfit
My emo b- like her wrist slit
Curly hair b- like I'm Corbin
Got like three -, I'm Mormon
Skeet on your main - forehead
Don't want your p-, just want -
Look at me, f- on me
Look at me, f- on me
Look at me, f- on me
Look at me, yeah, ay
Look at me, f- on me
Look at me, f- on me
Look at me, f- on me
Look at me, yeah
