Lil Yea lyrics

[Intro]
(Sweet on the beat)

[Chorus: FWC Big Key]
She my lil' yeah, don't nobody know about us (Nobody)
pus*y so good, I sat back and wrote about it (Had to)
Yeah, she got a n*gga, he ain't havin' motion probably (He broke as hell)
And she don't trip on what I do, she know I'm poppin' (She know I'm lit)
Got b*tches shakin' ass (Yeah), wrist, paid cash
Might be a lil' slow, but the whip came fast
I'm to the point where I can f*ck my b*tch main friend (Come here)
This lil' b*tch a demon, that's why she my main yeah

[Verse 1: FWC Big Key]
She don't follow me on the 'Gram, but swallow it in the bed (You get it?)
She a stallion, sometimes, she be remindin' me of Meg (Meg Thee Stallion)
She know a n*gga got it, but be stoppin' me from payin' (I got it)
She got me on my sh*t, finna go shoppin' for a bag
You won't catch her in the club, that's why I buy her breakfast (Breakfast Club)
AP or the Rollie? That's what got her stressin' (Get both)
Lethal with this sh*t, she tryna buy a weapon (Danny Glover)
Don't flash your lil' cash, that do not impress her (At all)
Bougie lil' b*tch, she only fly with Delta
She ride it with no hands and she drive a Tesla
If I get flicked with this b*tch, she know they gotta catch us (We gone)
She ain't got no waist, I just got it measured
She got a Glock 43, but she keep it in her purse
Scam money, got these n*ggas thinkin' she a nurse (She on it)
All about the Benjis, I can leave her with the work
Just know that she a demon if you see the b*tch in church
[Chorus: FWC Big Key]
She my lil' yeah, don't nobody know about us (Nobody)
pus*y so good, I sat back and wrote about it (Had to)
Yeah, she got a n*gga, he ain't havin' motion probably (He broke as hell)
And she don't trip on what I do, she know I'm poppin' (She know I'm lit)
Got b*tches shakin' ass (Yeah), wrist, paid cash
Might be a lil' slow, but the whip came fast
I'm to the point where I can f*ck my b*tch main friend (Come here)
This lil' b*tch a demon, that's why she my main yeah

[Verse 2: Peezy]
She my lil' yeah, eat the di*k with both hands
Hittin' it raw, layin' the smackdown, f*ckin' up the bed
I ain't even seen my n*ggas, rather f*ck with her instead
I only knew her for two months and I done bought a purse again, goddamn
pus*y got me sleepy, I don't pop Xans
She keep grabbin' on my di*k, I had to tell her stop playin'
Freaky b*tch wanna f*ck on OnlyFans, she ain't shy at all
Feet up in the chair, gettin' head, finna nod off
She a straight stallion
Lightskin, long hair, I think the b*tch Italian
Her daddy might be in the mob, sh*t, I'm finna ask him
We hit the gun range, she know how to work the ratchet
Birthday in July, man, I think she a Cancer
What you want? You can have it
Had a threesome when she turned twenty-one 'cause she a savage
On Rodeo Drive carryin' twenty thousand worth of baggage
I can't lie, I f*ck with her, she been sleepin' at the mansion, she my yeah
[Chorus: FWC Big Key]
She my lil' yeah, don't nobody know about us (Nobody)
pus*y so good, I sat back and wrote about it (Had to)
Yeah, she got a n*gga, he ain't havin' motion probably (He broke as hell)
And she don't trip on what I do, she know I'm poppin' (She know I'm lit)
Got b*tches shakin' ass (Yeah), wrist, paid cash
Might be a lil' slow, but the whip came fast
I'm to the point where I can f*ck my b*tch main friend (Come here)
This lil' b*tch a demon, that's why she my main yeah