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[Intro]
Yeah, run this sh*t, I'm way too high
I'm way too high, run this sh*t (f*ck you Winter) and I'm way too high
Yeah, uh, now who the f*ck? (Yeah)
Now who the f*ck? Yeah, let's go
Lawsy, pick up

[Chorus]
Hop on the R&B let's go
Bad b*tch, but she ain't gettin' close
I really be trappin' sh*t I can't show
I walk in that b*tch, got too many ho's, I get 'em mixed up
Bad b*tch, but I just wanna f*ck
She in love, I don't f*ck with that stuff
You said I ain't 'bout, b*tch test yo' luck
Go check your ho, she been hittin' me up

[Verse 1]
Check yo' ho, she been ridin' my nuts
She 23 and she still wanna f*ck
They sent me to jail, I ain't give a f*ck
First day out, got a new gun
First day out, with a new blick
Trap star, I'm still cookin' that sh*t
That b*tch got an OnlyFans, she be rich
She gettin' me Backwoods, that sh*t be lit
She turned 21, startеd buying me nic'
I ain't payin' her back, she suck on my di*k
Shе suck on di*k, I'm a buss on her lip
I'm young enough to be that b*tches kid
Real shooter, man, I'm slidin' with Six
Shout out that mo'f*cker, he don't miss
Real mo'f*ckers, we hittin' them licks
Talkin' sh*t and his ass got b*tched
Talkin' sh*t, till his ass got robbed
f*ck one Perc, I'm takin' them all
Rich drug addict, I'm tweakin' at the mall
Rich mo'f*cker, I'll f*ck on your moms
[Chorus]
Hop on the R&B let's go
Bad b*tch, but she ain't gettin' close
I really be trappin' sh*t I can't show
I walk in that b*tch, got too many ho's, I get 'em mixed up
Bad b*tch, but I just wanna f*ck
She in love, I don't f*ck with that stuff
You said I ain't 'bout, b*tch test yo' luck
Go check your ho, she been hittin' me up

[Verse 2]
Check your ho, she in my DM's
Trap too hard, servin' out the Benz
That b*tch tryna f*ck, it's 7AM
I relapse on them pills again
I feel like Tecca, I did it again, ho
Don't call me, "Gang", boy I ain't your friend
If you need some Percs, b*tch, I'm the man
You need some Percs, b*tch, hit my line
24/7 b*tch, we sellin' lines
It's 7/11, I serve all the time
Shout out to mo'f*ckers doin' crime
And that Coupe got two seats, they recline
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, boy, you ain't that guy
Got too many ho's, I ain't even try
f*ck it I cheat b*tch, all the time
[Bridge]
Yeah, ayy, shout out to mo'f*ckers doin' crime, for real
Real mo'f*ckers, b*tch, we hittin' licks
Real mo'f*ckers, that boys sh*t really don't miss
Lawsy, pick up

[Chorus]
Hop on the R&B let's go
Bad b*tch, but she ain't gettin' close
I really be trappin' sh*t I can't show
I walk in that b*tch, got too many ho's, I get 'em mixed up
Bad b*tch, but I just wanna f*ck
She in love, I don't f*ck with that stuff
You said I ain't 'bout, b*tch test yo' luck
Go check your ho, she been hittin' me up