[Intro]
Ay, ay
Woof
Ay, ay
Look
[Verse]
Diamonds look like p*ss (p*ss)
Diamond chain on p*ss (p*ss)
Now my wrist on sick (sick)
Now my b*tch real thick (thick)
Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt)
Look at they expression (spression)
Ben Frank on me too, he blue
I think he got depression
Diamonds look like water (water)
She drip drip like water (water)
Hit that b*tch, don't call her (call her)
Dodge like Charger (Charger)
Pull up then I charge her
Lil' b*tch bad and bougie
Can't dap you up, you a f*ck n*gga
f*ck n*ggas got cooties
I'ma leave they feelings hurting
Windows down on purpose
Hanging out the window, swerving
Baby Snapchat made me nervous
’Cause my main b*tch, she be lurking
I swear she do the most
Boy, you talk a lot
Let's talk about why you so broke
Wait, talk too much, b*tch, shut up
I'm your young dumb motherf*cker
BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled?
Tryna save your b*tch some trouble (wait)
Ex-b*tch mad, oh well (well)
Cop that pack wholesale (sale)
Mama like, "What's that smell?"
Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell
Panoramic my whip
Hoes all on my tip
100s blue like a crip
Bust my nut...dip
Left wrist, holy moly (damn)
f*ck you n*ggas, we not homies
Used to have to cop the O-Z
Now a n*gga need the whole thing
Pull up, then I skip
Keep it brief and quick
Tripping over a b*tch
Broke n*ggas make me sick
No, I won't call her
f*ck her, don't bother
One hundred, need charger
One hundred, need charger
On fleek, yup
Bossed up, yup
Turning heads, right left
Strike a pose, yup
Yeah, I seen them pus*y n*ggas
pus*y n*gga, do you need some help
That boy there gon' need some milk
Flex on ’em, yup
b*tch I'm feeling dangerous
Wrist on f*cking singing
Beat so f*cking dangling
Belt so f*cking hanging
Had to hit ’em back
’Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa)
n*ggas playing games
And they stuck in story mode
b*tch talking ’bout shrimp and steak (steak)
Tell a b*tch get out my face (face)
I can't take your ass on no date (wait)
But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh)
Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay
Little n*gga all in his feelings
Can't figure out why is it
Broke n*ggas always got the most opinions (ooh)
Had to boss up and flex up
Had to show you n*ggas who's next up
Baby, quit talking, that's extra
Just say I'd like a checkup
Why you peeking my message
Ask too many f*cking questions
Send me one more text message
You gonna hate the read receptions
Why these n*ggas so lame
Wanna talk down on my name
n*ggas thought that I was playing games
Wrist looking like Johnny Dang
Lil' boys like, you funny
Talking ’bout, you ain't making money
Hating on me, but now I got your b*tch
Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly
Ha-ha, ha-ha