I’m sipping on purple
You drinking that pink like pepto (aye)
That sh*t’s abysmal
Took a n*gga b*tch now she got him in the friendzone (aye)
Whole time I’m in the end zone
Young n*gga scoring like he made it home in kickball (aye)
Making hits like stick ball
b*tches wanna kick it wit me just to suck my di*k off (aye)
Won’t kiss her but I’ll hit raw
Then I pass her to my team like Chris Paul
When you see me know I ball
Like I was Fetty
All this sauce you’d think I’m part spaghetti
Girls rolling flowers you’d think it’s a wedding
Flow colder than when you go sledding
In February
With a yeti
From the arctic who think heat is scary
You’d prolly agree if you see what bro carry
One shot to yo top yo sh*t pop like a cherry
We pop out b*tches pop up and they staring
We tryna run all these hoes like some errands
I get the pack that sh*t start disappearing
n*ggas is b*tches who stay on they per-ids
Damn
That sh*t was simple as f*ck
She think she get sh*t from me she a cluck
All she can get is this nut
And maybe a side of deez nuts
She definitely ain’t hitting no blunts
And she damn sure ain’t touching no cups
That b*tch mad
I do not give a f*ck
Chasing bags
Yeah I must run it up
Stacy Adams
These expensive as f*ck
That b*tch bad
Imma eat her for lunch
But I’m just playing tho
If you can’t date her don’t taste her bro
That’s just the way it go
Chasing bankrolls
I don’t chase no hoes