Fun lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, damn (pus*y ass n*ggas)
Yeah, damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, go

[Verse 1: Okaymar]
Glock 40 gon' have that boy j*rkin'
I'm in the studio, late night, workin'
Switch on the Glock, now that b*tch twerkin'
He on the app all day then workin', damn
Don't let these looks fool you, I will rob you
I'm with gang, lil' b*tch, we sticked up, we gon' ride through
Don't cross that line with me, you could get fried, dude
I'm off a Percocet, lil' b*tch, I'm f*ckin' fried dude
She say, "Mar, baby, you such a f*ckin' fly dude"
I just wan' f*ck, I don't wan' cuff, that b*tch is dry dude
I'm in a top-floor penthouse with a lil' sky view
Oh, you wan' gеt up with me lil' bro? Ight' dude

[Verse 2: 1oneam]
b*tch-b*tch, I got them sticks, man, I can't fight you
Jugg, ha, j-jugg him for his sh*t, is you alright dudе?
Yeah, b*tch I'm f*ckin' yo' ho, that's yo' wife dude
Yeah, bro we got them sticks, we got them pipes fool
Don't want that ho, she is a dub
I need my bread, I need my funds
Neckin' me good, she give me that tongue
Blew me a bag, I do it for fun
Most of these n*ggas, they be my sons
n*ggas so ass, n*ggas so buns
I make racks, I make tons
Yeah, ha, ha
[Verse 3: 1oneam]
I hit a jugg online
Poppin' yo ho, she start cryin'
I'm on that gas, high
We in a spaceship, flyin'
B-bad ho, she is a dime
She suckin' good, she see the (N)ine
I get that money, I like the wine
Sippin' on red, this is not wine

[Outro]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Go, go, go, go
(Goooo)