What U Mean Remix (Gay) lyrics

[Verse 1]

Diesel on me like a gas pump
Pockets fat like a baby bump
Turn any b*tch to a damn sl*t
Only wanna get my bands up
Run down he goin give it up
Tryna pull up in a Bentley truck
Pop bottles when we hit the club
Cut a check for a concert
Blue benjis gotta work for em
Most b*tches like to twerk for em
See my name and throw dirt on it
You preaching too much like a church sermon
You flexing forreal but your pockets hurting
Acting scary why you so nervous?
I'm a young b*tch
So I'm still learning
I'ma learn how them M's work
Iont think I ever had a problem that I couldn't solve on my on my own time
Two bad b*tches rollin dope and sl*tting for me at the same damn time
You say it's real but it don't shine
Say you rap but you can't rhyme
Yo b*tch all on my line
I bet I'll make yo b*tch..
[Hook]
Gay (x14)
I got these b*tches going
Gay (x6)
She all up on me now she
Gay (x8)

[Verse 2]
b*tches be livin to hate
f*ck they opinion I'm movin the weight
f*ck her one night we ain't doin no dat-tin
Wait-b*tch keep your bullsh*t you can sa-ve it
Smokin on thraxx think I'm bla-sian
Eyes the same color as sa-tan
I think he mad cause I ain't give em deal
I know he mad
n*gga f*ck how you feel
Eatin good I ain't missin no meals
They see my wave and now they wanna swim
I keep the weight like a muhfukin gym
Rougers and 30s keep those on his hip
Blue benjis I ain't talking bout crips
Hennessy in my cup when I sip
f*ck around and boy you can get hit
f*ck around boy and you can split
f*ck around and I'll make you a lick
No janky n*ggas up in my clicque
Smokin cookies I ain't talkin bout crisps
Shooters good iont think they gone miss
That n*gga goofy I ain't taking the risk
Give you chills from what's that on my wrist
I bet I'll make yo b*tch..
[Hook]
Gay (x14)
I got these b*tches going
Gay (x6)
She all up on me now she
Gay (x8)