f*ck Isis lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh
Little b*tch
(Metro boomin want some more n*gga)

[Chorus]
f*ck on me, don't touch me please
Yeah Khaki Gucci pants, with this [?] crease
Man I’m c*mming and I need about like 40 freaks
f*ck with me, come f*ck with come f*ck with me
Tell her to follow me

[Verse 1]
Come f*ck with me, f*ck with me I'm the n*gga that your man wanna be, who in front of me gotta hundred Vs, hundred keys I'm overseas, wanna bed wouldn’t wanna be, don't front on me
Gotta hundred Vs, hundred v12 females and they more than me, wanna be
Follow mе follow me follow me now
n*gga's style wiping mе down, n*ggas tryna jack me now, follow me, follow me, f*ck with me
Comfortably, come with me, she need company, 2 or 3 when you f*ck with me, yeah f*ck for free
f*cking on n*ggas I'm past that, I'ma get [?] I'ma smash that, let me get [?] on a [?] has is on…
Smash that no crash backs, when I get it I'ma [?] that, I'm a pimp you can’t pass that
Had that had that yeah
Smash that smash that
Bari with a b*tch tell the n*gga pass that pass that
Big blunts ash that
Back and forth back back
Forth forth you lost n*gga
New boss pull off n*gga
(Chorus)
f*ck on me, don’t touch me please
Yeah Khaki Gucci pants, with this [?] crease
Man I'm c*mming and I need about like 40 freaks
f*ck with me, come f*ck with me come f*ck with me
Tell her to follow me

[Verse 2]
Skrrrt! I’m the n*gga you thought n*gga
Who bought? Big boss yeah, New York n*gga
I come down here man, I funk down here man
Got girls that wanna come down and run round here man. Let me know ,uh, fete up, count it up, pile it. Yeah see the palace, she's a [?] salad. Caeser salad how she love it, bugs out here thuggin buggin, nuggin if you buggin, don't touch em don't run up on me trust me

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
f*ck on me, don’t touch me please
Yeah Khaki Gucci pants, with this [?] crease
Man I'm c*mming and I need about like 40 freaks
f*ck with me, come f*ck with come f*ck with me
Tell her to follow me