[Intro]
Shorty wetter than some Poland Spring
Aye
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know it's a good day
When your b*tch's pus*y wetter than Poland Spring
Nah mean? sh*t's wavy b
Yeah, yeah
Wetter than some, I never f*ck b*tches
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, shorty wetter than some Poland Spring
I can never buy a b*tch a wedding ring
n*gga, and I put that sh*t on everything
On everything, I'mma kill everything
Yeah, shorty wetter than some Poland Spring
I can never buy a b*tch a wedding ring
n*gga, and I put that sh*t on everything
A young n*gga gon' kill everything
n*gga gon' kill everything
And my shorty wetter than some Poland Spring
I can never buy a b*tch a wedding ring
And n*gga, I just put that sh*t on everything
On everything, put that sh*t on everything
I can never, on everything
On everything, I put that sh*t on everything
All my b*tches wetter than some Poland Spring
[Verse 1]
Pull up and I'm swinging and your b*tch she gave me brain
And all my n*ggas in this b*tch and you know we hold it lit
And we pull up on the curb because we never gave a sh*t
And we still don't give two f*cks about a hatin' little b*tch
n*gga b*tches on my di*k and they be leanin' onto me
n*gga I'mma give her all of me, psych she get half of me
Pistola yeah, I prolly high of trees
I be lowkey, but, high as ever
And your b*tch she know I'm clever
Pistola down for whatever
And I pull up in another n*gga b*tch car
O sh*t Pistola think you took it too far
I don't give a sh*t, f*ck the b*tch, and the b*tch car
I'mma get so high feel like I can touch Mars
I'mma get so high, get so rich I might buy a star
I'mma get so motherf*cking fresh to death
I might kill the motherf*ckin' chef
Cookin' sh*t, cookin' sh*t, I be cookin' sh*t
Kill the chef 'cause I'm cookin sh*t, I be cookin' sh*t
Quick chef 'cause I'm cookin' sh*t, yay yay
Cookin' sh*t