Intro, Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
(Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah)
Intro three on a n*gga that hate
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let go, uh (Ooh)
And I'm on Instagram Live right now (f*ck all these n*ggas that hate)
Let go, I'm hot in the b*tch, I gotta go
Yeah

[Verse]
Bit' ride the di*k like a ten-speed (Like a ten-speed)
Hop in that coupe and jump out in Givenchy (Skrrt)
My n*ggas shooters, y'all f*ck n*ggas pinched (Y'all pinched)
I got them shooters red and blue like a pitstop (Like a pitstop)
That's Saint Laurent, YSL on my b*tches (YSL)
Yeah, he gon' kill you while minding his business (Gon' kill)
Gon' cash every time, what the f*ck is forgiveness? (Every time)
n*gga touch me, that's a dead [?] (Yup)
b*tch ride di*k like a ten-speed (Yeah)
And she throw it back like a frisbee, uh (Uh-huh)
Put di*k all in her kidneys, uh (Uh-huh)
I'm ice cream, she tryna lick me, uh
Bit' throw it back
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back (Throw it back)
Ridin' 'round town in the Cadillac (Cadillac)
Lil' bro got the strap in his fanny pack (Fanny pack)
Ain't robbin' me, nah, none of that (None of that)
n*gga touch me, know we come with that (Come with that)
We'll get you touched for a couple racks (Couple racks)
Ho, I ain't tryna f*ck you, where your mama at? Uh (Where your mama at?)
Trap-house white house, where Obama at, uh (Where Obama at)
Tell the plug, "Meet me at the cul-de-sac," uh (Pull up)
Put the Glock on his ass, he had a heart attack (Frrt)
Call Johnny Dang, where the water at? (Where the water at?)
And I got a bad b*tch (Bad b*tch)
I be beatin' her back in (Ha)
Over rap beats, I get the backend (Yeah, Splurge)
Hundred round drum make 'em tap dance (Ha)
Big ass truck, hard to back in (Skrrt)
Your life suck, quit capping (Quit capping)
Yeah, your life suck, ho, I'm tryna f*ck, ho (Yeah)
Taking your phone 'fore you step on this bus, ho
f*ck on the Percocet 30, go beast mode (Perc')
Pull it out, tell her, "Turn around," make her deepthroat, ooh (Turn around)
I'ma punch in bar, bar
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't even got a car
And I'm only 17 and I'm a goddamn star
I'ma put four grams in this b*tch ass 'gar
Uh (Go)
Big bad wolf in this b*tch, what's good? (Go)
Can't hit my Backwood, hell nah, you good (You good)
n*gga try to rob, boy, I wish a n*gga would (Wish a n*gga would)
Got me two styrofoams, get mud (Get mud)
I'm with the slime, nah, I ain't no blood (No blood)
All these n*ggas be cap rappin' (Yeah)
Hit from the back, slap her ass tattoos
You know I don't f*ck with 'bout half of these dudes (Half)
Ice in my month, got no cavities, dude (Ain't no cavities)
b*tch, this a song, this ain't no intro
Ridin' 'round town sippin' drank in the limo (Ridin' 'round town)
I'm with that smoke, yeah, y'all get the memo (Y'all get it)
Ain't little sh*t, play a b*tch like Nintendo (Nintendo)
We might hop out with that Lamborghini Slide, it got slide doors (Skrrt)
Made a lot of money in that Tahoe (That Tahoe)
Play with this sh*t, you gon' die, ho (You gon' die)
No cap, got shooters in Chicago
None of my n*ggas gon' cry, they go
f*ck what you sayin', I'm the god damn GOAT
And I'm recordin' in a badass coat
Leave the studio, f*ck a badass ho
And if she try to record me, I'm crackin' her phone
[Outro]
Let go
Yeah, try to record me, I'm crackin' her phone
Ooh, ooh, yeah
You try to jack me, I'm crackin' your dome
Yeah, let go