Yeah
Huh
Look we ain't sendin' diss, we tryna hit up at your momma house
I got bad bitches, hit em at my momma house
Hot potato motherf*cker had to find my way from off the couch
Only real niggas stand on business, pussy run they mouth
Lil' boy I ran you in your city, ain't no f*ckboy gon' run me out
A dyke bitch never had no dick I had to turn her out
They be on my dick, but talkin' bad every time I turn around
Bitch we ain't f*ckin' missionary, gon' have to turn around
I'm deep divin' up in that pink, my thumb up in the brown
She keep on tellin' me about some hoes that I had last year
I had a bad year, but bitch I got a bag near
I'ma stand on business, ain't gon' do nothin' to me
I got them bands, you f*ck with niggas that flex 200 in twenties
And this designer baby, B's came with real money
This dick gon' drive you crazy, playin' with your feels honey
Yeah
On god yea Big b's on, whole lotta big drip shit in this bitch you heard me
Pull up on your block and we flip shit, yeah
Them pussy boys ain't never did shit, yeah
Yeah this bitch f*ckin' up my high she blew my mood quick
You f*ck with niggas that be fakin ain't gon' do shit
Niggas tryna beef for fame, you gon' get blues'd quick
Lil' Wicked swingin' that chopper like it's a boomstick
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it I'm gettin' my bread
She back it up, throwin' that ass, she all on her head
I say fasho baby, let me get that throat baby
I'm blowin' smoke baby, that'll make you choke baby
Yeah
Huh
Lil' Monster turnin' up the city, got em screamin' Wicked
How you gon' ask about a feat, but you can't pay the ticket
For the ones that played about that fee, we paid them a visit
Yeah
Wicked
Look we ain't sendin' diss, we tryna hit up at your momma house
I got bad bitches, hit em at my momma house
Hot potato motherf*cker had to find my way from off the couch
Only real niggas stand on business, pussy run they mouth
Lil' boy I ran you in your city, ain't no f*ckboy gon' run me out
A dyke bitch never had no dick I had to turn her out
They be on my dick, but talkin' bad every time I turn around
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Yeah
Huh
Look we ain't sendin' diss, we tryna hit up at your momma house
I got bad bitches, hit em at my momma house
Hot potato motherf*cker had to find my way from off the couch
Only real niggas stand on business, pussy run they mouth
Lil' boy I ran you in your city, ain't no f*ckboy gon' run me out
A dyke bitch never had no dick I had to turn her out
They be on my dick, but talkin' bad every time I turn around
Bitch we ain't f*ckin' missionary, gon' have to turn around
I'm deep divin' up in that pink, my thumb up in the brown
She keep on tellin' me about some hoes that I had last year
I had a bad year, but bitch I got a bag near
I'ma stand on business, ain't gon' do nothin' to me
I got them bands, you f*ck with niggas that flex 200 in twenties
And this designer baby, B's came with real money
This dick gon' drive you crazy, playin' with your feels honey
Yeah
On god yea Big b's on, whole lotta big drip shit in this bitch you heard me
Pull up on your block and we flip shit, yeah
Them pussy boys ain't never did shit, yeah
Yeah this bitch f*ckin' up my high she blew my mood quick
You f*ck with niggas that be fakin ain't gon' do shit
Niggas tryna beef for fame, you gon' get blues'd quick
Lil' Wicked swingin' that chopper like it's a boomstick
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it I'm gettin' my bread
She back it up, throwin' that ass, she all on her head
I say fasho baby, let me get that throat baby
I'm blowin' smoke baby, that'll make you choke baby
Yeah
Huh
Lil' Monster turnin' up the city, got em screamin' Wicked
How you gon' ask about a feat, but you can't pay the ticket
For the ones that played about that fee, we paid them a visit
Yeah
Wicked
Look we ain't sendin' diss, we tryna hit up at your momma house
I got bad bitches, hit em at my momma house
Hot potato motherf*cker had to find my way from off the couch
Only real niggas stand on business, pussy run they mouth
Lil' boy I ran you in your city, ain't no f*ckboy gon' run me out
A dyke bitch never had no dick I had to turn her out
They be on my dick, but talkin' bad every time I turn around
Huh
Look we ain't sendin' diss, we tryna hit up at your momma house
I got bad bitches, hit em at my momma house
Hot potato motherf*cker had to find my way from off the couch
Only real niggas stand on business, pussy run they mouth
Lil' boy I ran you in your city, ain't no f*ckboy gon' run me out
A dyke bitch never had no dick I had to turn her out
They be on my dick, but talkin' bad every time I turn around
Bitch we ain't f*ckin' missionary, gon' have to turn around
I'm deep divin' up in that pink, my thumb up in the brown
She keep on tellin' me about some hoes that I had last year
I had a bad year, but bitch I got a bag near
I'ma stand on business, ain't gon' do nothin' to me
I got them bands, you f*ck with niggas that flex 200 in twenties
And this designer baby, B's came with real money
This dick gon' drive you crazy, playin' with your feels honey
Yeah
On god yea Big b's on, whole lotta big drip shit in this bitch you heard me
Pull up on your block and we flip shit, yeah
Them pussy boys ain't never did shit, yeah
Yeah this bitch f*ckin' up my high she blew my mood quick
You f*ck with niggas that be fakin ain't gon' do shit
Niggas tryna beef for fame, you gon' get blues'd quick
Lil' Wicked swingin' that chopper like it's a boomstick
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it I'm gettin' my bread
She back it up, throwin' that ass, she all on her head
I say fasho baby, let me get that throat baby
I'm blowin' smoke baby, that'll make you choke baby
Yeah
Huh
Lil' Monster turnin' up the city, got em screamin' Wicked
How you gon' ask about a feat, but you can't pay the ticket
For the ones that played about that fee, we paid them a visit
Yeah
Wicked
Look we ain't sendin' diss, we tryna hit up at your momma house
I got bad bitches, hit em at my momma house
Hot potato motherf*cker had to find my way from off the couch
Only real niggas stand on business, pussy run they mouth
Lil' boy I ran you in your city, ain't no f*ckboy gon' run me out
A dyke bitch never had no dick I had to turn her out
They be on my dick, but talkin' bad every time I turn around
Writer: Cameron Dean
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid