We Pass Flirting lyrics

[Intro]
1900
You know how that sh*t go, man
Told the b*tch, "Come ride with me," you know?
(RonRon, do that sh*t)
Yeah
Look

[Chorus]
You know I f*ck with you, what you tryna do?
I'm chillin' at the house and you can slide through
I'm not them other n*ggas that you had, boo
Ayy, plus I'm in the streets, I'm moving fast too
Expensive sh*t on your bags, I'm talkin' Birkins
I flew you out to the island and we was surfin'
These b*tches all on your page and they keep lurkin'
I'm goin' raw in that pus*y, we past flirtin'

[Verse 1]
Look, ayy, you a bad b*tch and you know that
You had to get in your bag, you had to show that
I see you movin' your ass, the way you throw that
I'm out here playin' with bands and I'm like, "Hold that"
We poppin' out in the city, we got it lit tonight
We dropped the top of the coup, this was a different price
She know I'm still in the streets and I ain't livin' right
She can lean on me whеn she ain't feelin' right
Look, we known in the city, you thе baddest out
Ayy, you the most poppin', that's what they mad about
Ayy, you the type of b*tch that I can brag about
Beat that lil' pus*y, then I'm passin' out
Ayy, she know I'ma die about this sh*t
Everywhere I go, it's Glocks with a stick
Keep her out the way, I'ma keep her out the mix
Pull up in the seven, she gon' pull up in the six
[Chorus]
You know I f*ck with you, what you tryna do?
I'm chillin' at the house and you can slide through
I'm not them other n*ggas that you had, boo
Ayy, plus I'm in the streets, I'm moving fast too
Expensive sh*t on your bags, I'm talkin' Birkins
I flew you out to the island and we was surfin'
These b*tches all on your page and they keep lurkin'
I'm goin' raw in that pus*y, we past flirtin'

[Verse 2]
Yeah, we state to state with this money, we tryna get it
Movin' fast, we ain't tryna catch feelings
I'm still trappin', I've been tryna make a million
My b*tches get what they want, we really livin'
You the one around this b*tch, you the truth
You stayed down for this sh*t, was never loose
Ayy, we gon' take it to the top, just me and you
Pullin' off from the lot, we buyin' two
Yeah, you a loyal b*tch, you can ride with me
The type of b*tch I see up on my side with me
She get nasty around me, she ain't shy with me
Subpoena this b*tch to court and she gon' lie with me
She don't really sip, but she'll sip with me
Ayy, she ain't in the streets, but off the hip for me
Come around, close your mouth, don't do the lip with me
I taught the b*tch to run it up, the rest is history
[Chorus]
You know I f*ck with you, what you tryna do?
I'm chillin' at the house and you can slide through
I'm not them other n*ggas that you had, boo
Ayy, plus I'm in the streets, I'm moving fast too
Expensive sh*t on your bags, I'm talkin' Birkins
I flew you out to the island and we was surfin'
These b*tches all on your page and they keep lurkin'
I'm goin' raw in that pus*y, we past flirtin'