​yung feeshmeeks lyrics

[Verse]
You can't satisfy me, no, you can't appease me
Call me Ruben Slikk, n*gga, Yung Feeshmeeks
Catch a headshot n*gga, aimin' at your feebie
She keep crawlin' back, she said she didn't need me
If you my bro, then just holler when you need me
All the b*tches started screamin' when they see me
Eatin' candy, f*ck fruit, uh
Talk crazy boy, I'm shootin' out the coupe
Yeah, lose, woah, I always used to lose
Yeah, I walk up in the party with my tool
Yeah, me and my b*tch, we lookin' cute
In the function and we sippin' Absolut
Kick a n*gga out, hit him with the boot
My b*tch bad, yeah, she look like Betty Boop

[Chorus]
Go, yeah, this b*tch is tryna f*ck (Go, go)
Yeah, this b*tch is tryna f*ck (Go)
Three bags with me, and I bought a gun
Go, yeah, this b*tch is tryna f*ck (Go, go)
Yeah, this b*tch is tryna f*ck (Go)
Three bags with me, and I bought a gun
Go, yeah, this b*tch is tryna f*ck (Go, go)
Yeah, this b*tch is tryna f*ck (Go)
Three bags with me, and I bought a gun
Go, yeah, this b*tch is tryna f*ck (Go, go)
Yeah, this b*tch is tryna f*ck (Go)
Three bags with me, and I bought a gun