[Intro: Blake]
I'm turning into a
Oooh, Oooh
[Verse 1: Blake]
Hopeless, I just leave 'em hopeless
I just made this b*tch disappear hocus pocus
n*ggas hit it fast so I watch em in slow motion
Rapping 'bout that rari, but you better ford focus
Haha like haha,I laugh like, haha
Sip on some tip, then I puff out this lala
Coppin yellow diamonds so my neck be on rasper
I look like a rapper, b*tch I look more like Allah
n*ggas better duck, when I pop out the cut
You hear the oooof, that's me powering up
I done f*cked em up, cause a n*gga came in clutch
She wanna be down wit the set like her hut
But I look like Rick James the way that I maneuver
Teach 'em boys a lesson, like really I'm a tutor
Told her f*ck wit' me for I get back, Larry Spousher
Preaching on the beat, got her screaming hallelujah
Told yo ass again, I done told your ass already
I'm 'bout that mucho, dinero, that fetty
That's my love on the fourteenth of February
I'd get married to the money but they wouldn't let me
I don't hit that tweet button, I just hit the doja
I don't hit her up n*gga I just bend her over
Thought this cough was the side effect of being a smoker
But the doctor said on the beat I show symptoms of Ebola
b*tches play, man y'all hate
I eat beats like I love the taste
She got neck, that thing wet
I kill the pus*y, like head to the vet
b*tch I go dumb, I go insane
I'm bout to blow, Saddam Hussein
My n*gga do you, stay in your lane
I'm at your head, if you mention my name, oooh
[Hook: Blake]
n*gga lights out
Come swang swang
Then, it's n*gga lights out (splash drip)
Then I drip, I done flipped the script
She rode a n*gga in his whip (splash drip)
b*tch I got the sauce
I just got the check n*gga
I just flipped it off (splash drip, splash drip)
I done hit the Dodie
I'm just tryna live suite life, Zach and Kodie (splash drip, splash drip)
[Verse 2: Mateo Sun]
Coming through this b*tch, and my dirty style dripping
Foreplaying wit his girl
And you know that hoe drippin'
I lie, I f*ck em, then diss em
And leave too many thotties in they feelings
Pull up in that drop top, I forgot the ceiling
Dodi boy spark it up
Ain't hearing what you say, cause I don't really give a f*ck
Been up on my cheddar, that's the sh*t that buy me lunch
And if you ate this weed might just catch a sour punch
Swang in my truck, that's the big body ram
If your girl want it then the pus*y getting rammed
15 hunnid stacks then you roll the rubber bands
My n*ggas pull the choppers out the door of caravans
You don't understand
How my face is on the mags I'm the man
My n*ggas blowing up like Pakistan
Finna order me some xans
Put the drugs in my hands
You ain't smokin' over here n*gga, this is dodi land
You can catch these f*cking hands
I don't really like to fight
Matter fact, shawty put another hoe up in the air
Rollin D first class
When I pull up on that ass
In a full gas mask
There's a foreign filled with gas
And you know I got the pad
[Outro: Mateo Sun]
Got that pad and my blunt filled with diesel
That's my sh*t dirty, dirty
And your b*tch face, timing wit my di*k