[Verse 1: Lil Yatchy]
She said "I can't fuck with him, he way too picky"
I just spilled a pint of lean on all my Dickies
I got 30 bitches in the Appalachians
Mountain, as the time ticks, they acting weirder
Check my tag, the numbers count on all my sweaters
Boy, that's Margiela
Nigga you know you ain't counting cheddar
Ask your baby girl who fuck her better
Bitch it's 20-15, it's Trick Daddy
Whippin' niggas like the slave master
20 karats in my left wrist, I'm a youth pastor
Sliding down your city real slow
Braids out with the rare 'fro
With the platinum teeth, nigga good grief
When a nigga smile all you see is bling
Chef Master when I start up beef
Got these niggas hating cause I mm, damn
Niggas hating cause I'm flexing harder
Quick to run it up like Tiki Barber
Chopper make a nigga think smarter
Chopper make a nigga second guess
Is this nigga here really my nigga, or am I just trying hard to impress?
Hmm, now he thinking
Diamonds sparkle got these niggas blinking
Chardo-Sunday nights, momma drinking
Demon soul inside a holy heaven
[Verse 2: Soop]
I'm in this ditch like a camper
Creeping, late night in I'm a vamper
Don't let my young boys attack you
I'm with that shit like a pamper
They say that they trick but I'm Damper
When I'm in that bed it ain't Tamper
These niggas be creeping like cancer
She jump on my pole like a lancer
I'm red-on-red look like I'm Prancer
Dib and dabbing in the London cabbie, boy that yappa-chopper started thunder clapping
Nigga rah-rah like a dungeon dragon
And a cra-cra if you think you capping
But my 'migos stamping me a newer package
I'ma ship it over to an Egypt palace
Sippin' lean out a golden chalice
While he looking like a fucking salad
You could see the karats in the band of children
I'm across the water looking like a pilgrim
Money, money, what an open feeling
Y'all been watching looking like a thriller
Always street-whippin' looking like I'm Tigger
Boy that new thing looking like Shakira
And she give thanks like we in November
(feat. Soop) [Verse 1: Lil Yatchy] She said "I can't fuck with him, he way too picky" I just spilled a pint of lean on all my Dickies I got 30 bitches in the Appalachians Mountain, as the time ticks, they acting weirder Check my tag, the numbers count on all my sweaters Boy, that's Margiela Nigga you know you ain't counting cheddar Ask your baby girl who fuck her better Bitch it's 20-15, it's Trick Daddy Whippin' niggas like the slave master 20 karats in my left wrist, I'm a youth pastor Sliding down your city real slow Braids out with the rare 'fro With the platinum teeth, nigga good grief When a nigga smile all you see is bling Chef Master when I start up beef Got these niggas hating cause I mm, damn Niggas hating cause I'm flexing harder Quick to run it up like Tiki Barber Chopper make a nigga think smarter Chopper make a nigga second guess Is this nigga here really my nigga, or am I just trying hard to impress? Hmm, now he thinking Diamonds sparkle got these niggas blinking Chardo-Sunday nights, momma drinking Demon soul inside a holy heaven [Verse 2: Soop] I'm in this ditch like a camper Creeping, late night in I'm a vamper Don't let my young boys attack you I'm with that shit like a pamper They say that they trick but I'm Damper When I'm in that bed it ain't Tamper These niggas be creeping like cancer She jump on my pole like a lancer I'm red-on-red look like I'm Prancer Dib and dabbing in the London cabbie, boy that yappa-chopper started thunder clapping Nigga rah-rah like a dungeon dragon And a cra-cra if you think you capping But my 'migos stamping me a newer package I'ma ship it over to an Egypt palace Sippin' lean out a golden chalice While he looking like a fucking salad You could see the karats in the band of children I'm across the water looking like a pilgrim Money, money, what an open feeling Y'all been watching looking like a thriller Always street-whippin' looking like I'm Tigger Boy that new thing looking like Shakira And she give thanks like we in November Explain Request ×
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