Betta Not lyrics

[Intro]
Desire
(b*tch!)
Yuh, yeah
Come on, yeah

[Verse]
You say that that's your b*tch, ain't your b*tch
How you claiming that b*tch when I just hit?
Boy, that ain't no Glock without no switch, it don't got kick, yeah
Better not go out sad claiming that b*tch, she just ate di*k
You better not mix the Wock' up with the Tech, I hate that sh*t (I do)
And you better not put no Perc' up in my Wood, boy, [?]
I don't f*ck with the fake drugs but these fake b*tches on fent'
And I don't f*ck with no fake b*tches but these fake hoes on di*k
I been balling in this four-seat, how he balling from the nose bleed?
I'm sliding through when I'm one deep (One)
'Cause I dont need nobody but me (Truе)
Balling on my own
On a jet, I ain't even homе
You know to still pick up the phone
And they still don't even know
Up in my head, I been ghost
I'm up in this lil' perfect zone
Getting good head, that's good dome
But I ain't even in my prime though
[?]
Been balling on 'em like LeBron, bro (Okay)
I'm rocking Number 9, Rondo (Okay)
My b*tch a bonified sl*t hoe (sl*t)
Clap it up, good bop
I got higher than the tree top
I just hit 'em with a good rod
Good aim, that's a good dot (Buh)
f*ck it, I'ma cut the beat off
I'm making plays that they can't read off
I'm bussing out the K, big dough
I told the b*tch that I got no flaw
Let's fly out to Florida (Load up)
And it's good drink in my cup, b*tch, I just poured up (Just poured up)
And, b*tch, if I let you sip this cup you better not throw it up, yeah
And, b*tch, I'ma celebrate with my money, I'ma just throw it up
[Outro]
(b*tch!)