[Chorus: Bandit Gang Marco]
Ride a n*gga di*k baby girl, talk your sh*t baby girl
Do a lil split baby girl, got a n*gga on brick baby girl
Make a lil flick baby girl, got me pullin' on your wig baby girl
Don't be the wig baby girl, talk your sh*t baby girl
Throw it back baby girl, ride a n*gga di*k baby girl
Make it clap baby girl, stop all that cap baby girl
Talk your sh*t baby girl, suck a n*gga di*k baby girl
Swallow my kid baby girl, don't you run from this sh*t baby girl
[Verse 1: Bandit Gang Marco]
It's been some years since I knew you
I'm tryna come and maneuver
I got you back of the Uber
I'm tryna come and undo you
Tryna hit you with this ruler
Hit from the back and you throwing that sh*t
I'ma catch that lil sh*t, I'ma pop it
I'm tryna eat you like cabbage, put my face all up inside it
Make sure you come on my face baby girl
Stick my tongue out and you ride it
But that ain't enough for me, baby girl yeah I'm a freak (yeah)
I'ma make you squirt all on my t-shirt baby
I'ma make you pull the sheets off of the bed
I'ma put my hand around your neck
Choke your ass while we having sex
I'ma put you on top of me, ride it like you never did before
I'ma make you tap out, beat it, beat it
Screaming bae I want some more
[Pre-Chorus: Bandit Gang Marco]
Come ride this di*k
Girl come ride this di*k
Come ride this di*k
Bae come ride this di*k
[Chorus: Bandit Gang Marco]
Ride a n*gga di*k baby girl, talk your sh*t baby girl
Do a lil split baby girl, got a n*gga on brick baby girl
Make a lil flick baby girl, got me pullin' on your wig baby girl
Don't be the wig baby girl, talk your sh*t baby girl
Throw it back baby girl, ride a n*gga di*k baby girl
Make it clap baby girl, stop all that cap baby girl
Talk your sh*t baby girl, suck a n*gga di*k baby girl
Swallow my kid baby girl, don't you run from this sh*t baby girl
[Verse 2: Skooly]
You really can't trip (don't trip, don't trip), dealing with a crip
Putting whips on your hip baby girl
Fun sized you get flipped
I really can't trip baby girl (trip)
You're sick of my sh*t (girl you're sick of my sh*t)
You're sick of my sh*t, ain't none of your business
Let me tickle your clit, let me pull on your inches
You ain't making it hard for me
You swiping your card for me
I got you going hard, ooh, b*tch better thank God for me
Top b*tch around the squad
b*tch better not be embarrassing
I'm talking 'bout on God (I'm talking 'bout on God)
I ain't taking no shots (ain't taking no shots)
I ain't taking no shots (ain't taking no shots)
You take off them shorts, b*tch take off them shorts
That pus*y like water fleek, I'm talking 'bout Fiji fi
Sex with me so amazing, I'm talking 'bout RiRi
Put that pus*y on a CD, I wanna see it 3D
Need a neighborhood b*tch like NuNu
I think I really need you too
[Chorus: Bandit Gang Marco]
Ride a n*gga di*k baby girl, talk your sh*t baby girl
Do a lil split baby girl, got a n*gga on brick baby girl
Make a lil flick baby girl, got me pullin' on your wig baby girl
Don't be the wig baby girl, talk your sh*t baby girl
Throw it back baby girl, ride a n*gga di*k baby girl
Make it clap baby girl, stop all that cap baby girl
Talk your sh*t baby girl, suck a n*gga di*k baby girl
Swallow my kid baby girl, don't you run from this sh*t baby girl