Musty lyrics

[Intro]
(Chromeboy)
(Iced Up Records)
(Jay Lapp, like talk to 'em)
Ooh, huh

[Verse 1]
Tell that b*tch get off my di*k, a million cash, I don’t like banks
Diamonds hittin', I get them dunked for a lil' band, b*tch, I got rank
Pressed the dog, eighty dollar grams, you know it’s fat when that sh*t stink
On the low, I done probably f*cked every lil' bad b*tch down my way
I'll stop flexin' with all my pape', this sh*t too much to flash cheap
Cybertruck ride like a plane, in the wind, sh*t look like plastic screens
The hood been hot, I got some sh*t sittin' in my trunk, whole bag of beans
Red and purp', all kinds of leans, dogsh*t in my Lanvin jeans
Why you countin' that lil’ sh*t, dog? That ain’t no pape', we millionaires
Come to the tablе empty-handed, you in the way, go kill yoursеlf
Went to the feds, it slowed me up, but I came home with still a mill’
Hit the K like, f*ck the wrist, stuff a ho, I'm Build-A-Bear
I got Vezzo, I got Peezy, get the Jeezy's for the Smurfs
Paid the high for my G60s, Doodie Lo for all my Percs
So much water on my wrist, could f*ck a ho until she squirt
Ride the boat, made for the dirt, be on go when I'm off Yerks
f*ck a rap check, unless it’s two M's
Real chicken, Hibachi truck just like I'm Moo and 'em
In Booby Trap, I just throw up slips, I'm with lil' Kool and 'em
Them bags are true, this b*tch like my crib, I'll probably move in, n*gga (Ooh)
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah (Ooh), ran his b*tch out (b*tch out)
Hmm, what? Ran his b*tch out (Ran his b*tch out)
Phew, n*gga, we ran his b*tch out (Yeah)
Hmm, Dog sh*t, we ran his b*tch out (Ooh)
Got that sh*t on me (What?), got that sh*t on me (What?)
Got that sh*t on me (What?), n*gga, got that sh*t on me (Ooh)
n*gga, got that sh*t on me (Ooh), got that sh*t on me (Ooh)
Got that sh*t on me (Ha), b*tch, got that sh*t on me (n*gga)

[Verse 2]
Let my nuts hand on the b*tch, I ain't the two, ho, I'm the one
Threw a Tesla up at Truffers, spent a coupe at Golden Sun
In the Lambo' gettin' top, I drop the roof and she go dumb
I buy Louis for my son, bought new toolies for lil' cuz
Every day, ho, I'm the sh*t, I been done pee-peed on a b*tch
Drop the top and up my wrist, ho, I'm like Jeezy on the 6
Throwin' parties 'cause I'm rich, I'm like Keith B on the b*tch
Diamonds 3D on my wrist, high as ET off the Tris
It was five M's, now I'm up ten
In the H like, "What it do? I'm tryna f*ck Meg"
Real demon, been done slapped some sh*t, get n*ggas tucked in
Red demon, diamonds on it spinnin', I got a dumb bag, n*gga

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah (Ooh), ran his b*tch out (b*tch out)
Hmm, what? Ran his b*tch out (Ran his b*tch out)
Phew, n*gga, we ran his b*tch out (Yeah)
Hmm, Dog sh*t, we ran his b*tch out (Ooh)
Got that sh*t on me (What?), got that sh*t on me (What?)
Got that sh*t on me (What?), n*gga, got that sh*t on me (Ooh)
n*gga, got that sh*t on me (Ooh), got that sh*t on me (Ooh)
Got that sh*t on me (Ha), b*tch, got that sh*t on me (n*gga)