Water lyrics

[Intro]
Huh
All facts, lil' n*gga, yeah
Ayy, huh

[Verse 1]
I just had to take my cousin groceries in the house (Uh-huh)
Pull up to this b*tch crib, I just f*ckin' bounce
Baby, you know what I'm 'bout, I hope you don't run your mouth (Yeah)
I can spend like five thousand today, I'm still ain't runnin' out (On God)
Shiesty b*tch tryna steal my c*m, I threw the rubber out (f*ck)
Young n*gga, gamble with my life, let me double down (What the f*ck?)
I see that you tucked it in your pants, pull your stomach out
My chopper beat Floyd ass, it got a hundred rounds
Let's see how much the work can really take, you gotta play with it (Play)
pus*y way too good, I had to f*ck around and lay in it
I keep my fire, I can't get caught lackin', I gotta stay with it
They just want money, these b*tches, they even let Baby Tay hit it, huh, huh (That's crazy)
I know that thеse n*ggas don't be likin' me, huh
No, it ain't my fault that your wifе for me
I ain't crashin' out for no b*tch, she ain't gon' be writin' me
Before FaceTime, I had b*tches gettin' naked on Skype for me

[Chorus]
Mm, neck, water (Water)
Fit, water (Water)
Wrist, water (Water)
That pus*y, water (Water, water)
Neck, water (Water)
Fit, water (Water)
Wrist, water
That pus*y (Mm), water
[Verse 2]
Every n*gga that hated on my pops, I f*cked they daughter
Ridin' 'round in the whip, sh*t, we got ARs with the carbon
No, I ain't signed to Savage, but your b*tch, she'll get slaughtered
I was on the run with just me and my b*tch, we like the Carters, n*gga (Oh, yeah)
Y'all gon' have to catch me up in traffic, f*ck the charge, n*gga (Phew)
I got too much money, I can't drive no f*cking Charger, n*gga (Phew)
Ridin' 'round with bro, we in bulletproof Brabus, n*gga (Mm)
I can't take no chances, all this ice, I'm a target, n*gga
I can't even lie, my side b*tches think it's him (All facts)
My other b*tch so pretty, she don't need no BBL (Facts)
I deserve to get my head blew off, you see me tell (Hmm)
I'ma keep on tryin' before you ever see me fail, huh (b*tch)
Take her to the room, no b*tch gon' know where I be sleepin' at (On my mama)
Fly her to Miami, that's just our favorite place we creepin' at
You won't catch me cryin' about no b*tch, I'm just too P for that
Won't catch me on the internet tryna beef, I'm just too street for that

[Chorus]
Mm, neck, water (Water)
Fit, water (Water)
Wrist, water (Water)
That pus*y, water (Mm, mm)
Neck, water (Water)
Fit, water (Water)
Wrist, water
That pus*y, water