Fix That lyrics

[Intro]
I was like, I was just thinkin' 'bout all that sh*t
Oh yeah, I fix that sh*t
Oh yeah, I fix that sh*t
Oh yeah, I fix that sh*t
Oh yeah, I fix that sh*t (b*tch)

[Chorus]
Okay, I fix that sh*t (That sh*t)
She broke, I'ma fix that b*tch (That b*tch)
If I don't give her di*k (No, no)
Lil' ho gon' throw a fit (Oh yeah)
And I'm coolin' with my rode (My rode)
With racks inside the trenches (The trenches)
And I don't even care 'bout nothin' ('Bout nothin')
f*ck that, I love that riches (These riches)
Okay, gotta get them riches (Them riches)
Lil' Melly be 'bout his business (His business)
And your b*tch wanna suck and f*ck the crew for frontos and some inches (Some inches)
And yеah, we got Givenchy (Givenchy)
Got Gucci and Vеrsace (Versace)
Got Louis, Saint Laurent (Laurent)
Her pus*y wet, no pond (Splash)

[Verse 1]
Okay, okay, light on (On)
We eatin' cinnamon ('Mon)
Toast brunch in the motherf*ckin' mornin' (Mornin')
Do you wanna have a toast? (In the mornin')
Your ho gon' brag and boast (Oh no)
That's why she cannot hang (Can't hang)
My n*ggas really slime, they Crip and Blood, they gang bang (They gang bang)
My nuts, yeah, they gon' hang (They hang)
That iron is what I slang (I slang)
Slang di*k inside your b*tch too (Your thot)
Okay, yeah, this a coupe (A coupe)
And it only could fit two
So you know what I'm sayin' (I'm sayin')
Lil' ho gon' f*ck on Melly
That di*k gon' get to sprayin' (Sprayin')
Like a Febreze can when it hits ya, hits ya (Pssh, pssh)
These fans keep takin' these pictures, pictures (Pssh, pssh)
She stalkin' all over my Insta', Insta'
But low-key, the b*tch is a instigator
[Chorus]
Okay, I fix that sh*t (That sh*t)
She broke, I'ma fix that b*tch (That b*tch)
If I don't give her di*k (No, no)
Lil' ho gon' throw a fit (Oh yeah)
And I'm coolin' with my rode (My rode)
With racks inside the trenches (The trenches)
And I don't even care 'bout nothin' ('Bout nothin')
f*ck that, I love that riches (These riches)
Okay, gotta get them riches (Them riches)
Lil' Melly be 'bout his business (His business)
And your b*tch wanna suck and f*ck the crew for frontos and some inches (Some inches)
And yeah, we got Givenchy (Givenchy)
Got Gucci and Versace (Versace)
Got Louis, Saint Laurent (Laurent)
Her pus*y wet, no pond (Splash)

[Verse 2]
I know that you're a snitch (Snitch)
And I know that you're a b*tch (You a b*tch)
So don't play, boy, you know what's up (What's up)
Don't get them proper boys f*cked up, you know we livin' like that
Who you rob? Who you kill? Please tell me (Please tell me, b*tch)
I put faith in you and f*ck boy, you failed me (You failed me, b*tch)
Uh, but I'm still with the realest n*ggas that I ever had (On my son)
And we tryna run up them f*ckin' racks
Can't take no distraction, my n*ggas stay 'bout that action (Oh, no)
Lil' Melly stay pistol packin', this isn't me, I calmed down
I had to go and face the facts, the truth
Now a young n*gga rich as f*ck and he tryna splash inside the pool
[Chorus]
Okay, I fix that sh*t (That sh*t)
She broke, I'ma fix that b*tch (That b*tch)
If I don't give her di*k (No, no)
Lil' ho gon' throw a fit (Oh yeah)
And I'm coolin' with my rode (My rode)
With racks inside the trenches (The trenches)
And I don't even care 'bout nothin' ('Bout nothin')
f*ck that, I love that riches (These riches)
Okay, gotta get them riches (Them riches)
Lil' Melly be 'bout his business (His business)
And your b*tch wanna suck and f*ck the crew for frontos and some inches (Some inches)
And yeah, we got Givenchy (Givenchy)
Got Gucci and Versace (Versace)
Got Louis, Saint Laurent (Laurent)
Her pus*y wet, no pond

[Outro]
Splash, splash
Splash, splash
Two-forty on the dash, yeah, yeah
My laser on your mans, yeah, yeah
Ridin' 'round with these expired tags
Don't give a f*ck, that .40 got extended mag