[Intro]
Aye
Turn me up
n*ggas always talkin that sh*t
Don’t even know what the f*ck they talkin bout
Aye (Woo)
[Verse: 1]
Drive on automatic
I flex out of habit
Dive in that pus*y
And swim in it backwards
I tip but I’m laughin
They need target practice
I pop out the cut
And really let ‘em have it
Came through
Plottin on your b*tch, real slick
Came through, creepin like this
Yuh, dumbass racks got ‘em sick
Leave me ‘lone, leave me 'lone stupid lil b*tch
Aye, I bend her over, yeah over and over
My wrist is real sick
Like that b*tch got pneumonia
I don’t speak too often
My cash do the talkin
And you broke as f*ck, so, um
I beg your pardon?
Damn, I’m in LA blowin cookie
My n*gga don’t push me
Do not overlook me
Look at this stack
No, I am no rookie
Anything less than a 20 I’m pus*y
She said she needed that di*k and it fat
Came through, real quick
And I was dressed in all black
f*ckin that b*tch
And I hit from the back
f*ckin that b*tch
And I don’t hit her back
Damn, break a b*tch down with the di*k
Damn, bring it back with a sneak diss
Damn, you was focused on the wrong sh*t
That’s the reason why you still a broke b*tch
Somebody come get these n*ggas away from me
Please tell these n*ggas to leave me alone
How did this n*gga end up in my phone
Stop telling my n*gga
To show me your song
Went to the jeweler
And I copped that water
Put that in my ear
That sh*t cost me 3k
I fell in love with them diamonds
Went back to the jeweler
And spent 7 racks in a day
Them Cubic Zirconia
These here VVS
Got two iPhone 7’s
Still can’t read a message
Ridin with work
And a couple of weapons
12 get behind us
We cool, calm, collected
She want to lay up and be cute
I told that lil b*tch
I ain’t got not one minute to cuddle
I spend these stacks
Make it back, watch it double
Just busted a nut
Hate to bust your bubble
[Hook]
Most of these n*ggas some f*ck n*ggas
Wonder why a n*gga never f*ck with ‘em
Lil hatin n*gga get the f*ck
Got 99 peons on my nuts
Lil hatin n*gga get the f*ck
Thousand lil haters on my nuts
[Verse: 2]
They don’t want to see me power up
You a broke n*gga shut the f*ck
Slide on the di*k like a Visa
Let me borrow that b*tch
You can keep her
Rollin off that gas
I’m a geeker
Rollin off that gas
I’m a geeker
n*gga how I’m livin
Pappadeaux Mardi Gras pasta and chicken
You was on instagram chasin broke b*tches
Listen, that’s why you still in your position
Really bout to drop 10 racks on a pendant
If she got that water
Best believe I’m gon' swim it
I ain’t have no time for pus*y in a lil minute
You a broke n*gga
We ain’t in the same sentence
Why you always got somethin to say
Move your broke ass out the way
Why these n*ggas want to hate on lil Blake
Same n*ggas be the ones in my face
I put my foot on the gas
I had to get me a bag
You get that check, they get mad
Never will I come in last
[Hook]
Most of these n*ggas some f*ck n*ggas
Wonder why a n*gga never f*ck with ‘em
Lil broke n*gga get the f*ck
Thousand lil peons on my nuts
Most of these n*ggas some f*ck n*ggas
Wonder why a n*gga never f*ck with ‘em
Lil broke n*gga get the f*ck
Thousand lil peons on my nuts