No Masseuse lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris
GGP (Sports, it's in the game)
Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris
Go, no (Sosa on the beat)

[Chorus]
This b*tch hit me, asked me "Can we smoke?" (Bang bang, bang bang)
I politely told that b*tch "No" (No)
Gave her some weed and I asked her can she roll (Can she roll?)
[?]
I'm sipping, that be my soup (That be my soup)
She dripping, that be my boo (That be my boo)
When I hop out the car she like "I love you" (I love you)
You can't rub me, you're no masseuse (You're no masseuse)

[Verse]
No hoe before my loot, spin thе b*tch like loops
Ridin' with my troops, had to lace my boots
Hello this is Whitе Castles, tell me what you craving
And since you got the munchies, think this choppa be your favorite
I pull up and I'm slaying, rim hit the pavement
I hopped out the car and these b*tches get to waving
If I hop out the car and these b*tches get to playin'
I'ma hop up in my car, I'm flying off like I'm a raven
Cup filled with flavor, n*ggas filled with anger
I'm so filled with gains, got his main b*tch and I played her
I hopped out her lot, she like "That's my daddy, I hate him"
She wanna hit the Tooka, but I'm scared she cannot take him
[Chorus]
This b*tch hit me, asked me "Can we smoke?" (Bang bang, bang bang)
I politely told that b*tch "No" (No)
Gave her some weed and I asked her can she roll (Can she roll?)
[?]
I'm sipping, that be my soup (That be my soup)
She dripping, that be my boo (That be my boo)
When I hop out the car she like "I love you" (I love you)
You can't rub me, you're no masseuse (You're no masseuse)