Or What (Orchestra Mix) lyrics

[Intro: Kyle Ricch & Choir]
f*ck
Ayy, damn
Let me nut on your butt
Is we f*ckin' or what?

[Verse 1: Kyle Ricch]
f*ck, is we f*ckin' tonight?
Toes right and her pus*y is tight
Like, she ride my di*k like a bike
Like, I beat the pus*y like fight night
Scary movie, she wanna record it
We watch it again like the hot ice
Baby, you know you my type, type

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh & Choir]
Feel like Freddy, together for five nights
She in love through the dash like a hyphen
Can't spend no time with these b*tches, I'm timeless
Said she sick of me, she caught the itis
I feel like Trav', in this room, I'm the highest
We could lay up and look at the starlights
If she not f*ckin', she gotta get depart, like (It's Carter, di*khead)
Girl, we been huggin' and cuddlin' all night
Is we f*ckin' or what?
[Verse 3: TaTa]
Pretty, but she hard to solve like a riddle
Yeah, once I touch it, it jiggle
If we get drunk enough, we could kiss
Is we f*ckin'? I'm not tryna see what them hips do
Yeah, brown skin joint with a dimple
Light skin, she like, "I buy it, it's simple"
12 a.m., after dark, I'm a sl*t
Don't got time for no games, is we f*ckin' or what?

[Chorus: Choir]
Let me nut on your butt
Is we f*ckin' or what?

[Verse 4: NLE Choppa & Choir]
Is we f*ckin' or not?
I got a whole 'nother ho in the spot
I'm tryna tie that b*tch up like a knot
She thick like O's in a pot
She wanna f*ck at the Ritz
She know that I'm rich
But really ain't throwin' no fits
But she throw it back on that di*k
Throw up on it like you sick
Don't tell nobody
Think I'm in love with a ratchet
Two seats when we ride in traffic
Twin G-locks, we matchin'
She don't know her dad, but she call me daddy
She want a thug, she need some love, she wanna get off them drugs
When you take this pink pill, bae, is we f*ckin' or what? (Ooh)
[Bridge: NLE Choppa & Kyle Richh]
If I was a bad b*tch (Ooh)
If I was a ratchet (Ooh)
If I was a bad b*tch (Ooh)
I'd wanna f*ck me too
Yes, I love pills and Percocets, yes, yes (Let's go)
I— I love pills and Percocets, yes, let's f*ck (Let's go, let's go, yeah)

[Chorus: Choir & Kyle Ricch]
Is we f*ckin' or not?
I got a whole 'nother ho in the spot (Let's f*ck)
I'm tryna tie that b*tch up like a knot
She thick like O's in a pot
Is we f*ckin' or not?
I got a whole 'nother ho in the spot (Let's f*ck)
I'm tryna tie that b*tch up like a knot
She thick like O's in a pot

[Outro: Choir]
Let me nut on your butt
(Damn, Ben Marc shot this too)
Is we f*ckin' or what?