Yo bitch trynna' text me
My choppa' gone bless me
All these bitches tell I'm wavy, call me "Yung Jet Ski"
That bitch salty like some Ritz
She be throwing fits
Roll up on a lick and you know we carry sticks
Woke up in the mornin', told her "I don't wanna hear it"
Blast a f*cking ounce of gas just to get back in the spirit
Take a step back cause I'm 'bout to run yo shit
Yo bitch on my mind, she gone get some good dick
Nut all on her back it gone drip down to her ass
That bitch is my student told that bitch "Get back on task"
She tried to finesse me, told that bitch "That ain't yo neck piece"
Kicked her out the house and now she really trynna' text me
Yo bitch trynna' text me
My choppa' gone bless me
All these bitches tell I'm wavy, call me "Yung Jet Ski"
That bitch salty like some Ritz
She be throwing fits
Roll up on a lick and you know we carry sticks
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Yo bitch trynna' text me
My choppa' gone bless me
All these bitches tell I'm wavy, call me "Yung Jet Ski"
That bitch salty like some Ritz
She be throwing fits
Roll up on a lick and you know we carry sticks
Woke up in the mornin', told her "I don't wanna hear it"
Blast a f*cking ounce of gas just to get back in the spirit
Take a step back cause I'm 'bout to run yo shit
Yo bitch on my mind, she gone get some good dick
Nut all on her back it gone drip down to her ass
That bitch is my student told that bitch "Get back on task"
She tried to finesse me, told that bitch "That ain't yo neck piece"
Kicked her out the house and now she really trynna' text me
Yo bitch trynna' text me
My choppa' gone bless me
All these bitches tell I'm wavy, call me "Yung Jet Ski"
That bitch salty like some Ritz
She be throwing fits
Roll up on a lick and you know we carry sticks
My choppa' gone bless me
All these bitches tell I'm wavy, call me "Yung Jet Ski"
That bitch salty like some Ritz
She be throwing fits
Roll up on a lick and you know we carry sticks
Woke up in the mornin', told her "I don't wanna hear it"
Blast a f*cking ounce of gas just to get back in the spirit
Take a step back cause I'm 'bout to run yo shit
Yo bitch on my mind, she gone get some good dick
Nut all on her back it gone drip down to her ass
That bitch is my student told that bitch "Get back on task"
She tried to finesse me, told that bitch "That ain't yo neck piece"
Kicked her out the house and now she really trynna' text me
Yo bitch trynna' text me
My choppa' gone bless me
All these bitches tell I'm wavy, call me "Yung Jet Ski"
That bitch salty like some Ritz
She be throwing fits
Roll up on a lick and you know we carry sticks
Writer: Cvst Awayy
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