Cello lyrics

[Intro]
This ain't a diss to Yachty, I f*ck with you, bro
This sh*t was just too funny of an opportunity to pass up
Let's go

[Chorus]
Play with that pus*y like peek-a-boo
Look at me, b*tch, and then look at you
I don't know what you want me to do
You b*tches need to stop bein' blue
Play with that pus*y like peek-a-boo
Look at me, b*tch, and then look at you
I don't know what you want me to do
You b*tches need to stop bein' blue

[Verse]
She blow that di*k like a cello, f*ck on a b*tch, I'm like "Hello"
Turn that pus*y black and yellow, eat that pus*y like some Jello
'Cause this b*tch so f*ckin' mellow, I ain't talkin' Mellow Yellow
I ain't f*ckin' tryna meddle, I just got a score to settle
Bring this pus*y to the kennel, this b*tch hatin' just to hate
I'll start goin' f*ckin' mental, you don't wanna f*ckin' play
Borrow flows just like a rental, 'cause you don't know what to say
I'ma go and changе the channel, 'cause this sh*t is not okay
Turn this sh*t into a trеnd, f*ck with me, you'll meet your end
Type a message, hit send, don't just send it to your friend
You a pus*y, think again, you a chicken, you a hen
I'm a f*ckin' legend, and you just a new gen
She blow that di*k like a cello, already said it, but well, uh
Gotta revisit that sh*t, so I can explain it for you, bro
Yachty spit it first, but now I'm caught right here in the middle
Does he know what that sh*t means? He just said, "Hell no
I thought it was, uh, sh*t, what does Squidward play again?
What the hell is it, a flute?" No, b*tch, it's a clarinet
He dropped that sh*t, and people made fun of it
'Cause he didn't know that's what he would f*ckin' get
Nobody told him that, so he wrote it on his pad
Then he spit it thinkin', "Damn, this sh*t is f*ckin' gas"
Didn't make no f*ckin' sense, but it still caused many laughs
So just think about that when you see someone drop some ass
Damn, I'm feelin' this sh*t, like I took a fat hit
Even though I don't smoke, I ain't touchin' that sh*t
Man, I'm lovin' this sh*t, this b*tch throwin' a fit
So I'm like, "That's it, b*tch, stop actin' childish"
[Chorus]
Play with that pus*y like peek-a-boo
Look at me, b*tch, and then look at you
I don't know what you want me to do
You b*tches need to stop bein' blue
Play with that pus*y like peek-a-boo
Look at me, b*tch, and then look at you
I don't know what you want me to do
You b*tches need to stop bein' blue