I got the K, I'm feelin' real flocky
Get out my way, not too much on papi
She from the bottom, she feignin' to top me
If you wanna top me, gotta be sloppy
Gotta be gawky, followed by WAP
Need me a Cardi, you know my body
Hard like a Harley, and I cannot stop
I'm the life and death of the party
Flock, flock, gotta make sure that he drop
I'm doin' my dance, I'm hittin' my bop
I'm gettin' real sturdy, these niggas is not
This treesh is on my line, tryna give up the box
She givin' me spits, I got what she want
If we go shoppin', she get what she want
10K all on me, hibachi for lunch
Why would I fight when I got the knocks
Nigga got wings, he thought he could box
She call me daddy, I'm all in her box
I'm in her tubes, it fit like a sock
She shakin' her hips, I just wanna rock
Callin' me daddy, I feel like her pops
But I never cuff, save that for the cops
I got the cheese and I got the chop
I look like a Ock
Got the juice and the squeeze and I'm ready to pop
I'm ready to flock
She suckin' my dick and I'm bustin' her chops
She not from my block, she must be a op
I'm knowin' her brother, the nigga I stomped
G lock four five, this ain't what you want
I'm feignin' to dump, I'm a demon uh huh
E5 is spinnin' the V, we poppin' the trunk
I'm poppin' the trunk, I'm raisin' the stick
When I spark, and fire, it ain't from the bic
It's from the blick
Kill for my dogs, I'm something like Wick
You niggas is broke, your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on
Your bitch is on (WI-WIC)
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
You know my body
Sippin' on Cardi, he feelin' all
Yeah, feelin' all
Yeah, feelin' all Godly
I'm bustin' ya taco, you niggas is sick
Go pick up your matta, your man's got hit
I'm smokin' on tummy, that shit got me lit
They askin' how much, 8K for the fit
She blowin' my line, she throwin' a fit
But I'm on a drill, so pass me the stick
I'm shootin' like Steph, I really don't miss
Shoot through the hoodie, these niggas get hit
I'm bustin' ya taco, you niggas is sick
Go pick up your matta, your man's got hit
I'm smokin' on tummy, that shit got me lit
They askin' how much, 8K for the fit
She blowin' my line, she throwin' a fit
But I'm on a drill, so pass me the stick
I'm shootin' like Steph, I really don't miss
Shoot through the hoodie, these niggas get hit
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I got the K, I'm feelin' real flocky
Get out my way, not too much on papi
She from the bottom, she feignin' to top me
If you wanna top me, gotta be sloppy
Gotta be gawky, followed by WAP
Need me a Cardi, you know my body
Hard like a Harley, and I cannot stop
I'm the life and death of the party
Flock, flock, gotta make sure that he drop
I'm doin' my dance, I'm hittin' my bop
I'm gettin' real sturdy, these niggas is not
This treesh is on my line, tryna give up the box
She givin' me spits, I got what she want
If we go shoppin', she get what she want
10K all on me, hibachi for lunch
Why would I fight when I got the knocks
Nigga got wings, he thought he could box
She call me daddy, I'm all in her box
I'm in her tubes, it fit like a sock
She shakin' her hips, I just wanna rock
Callin' me daddy, I feel like her pops
But I never cuff, save that for the cops
I got the cheese and I got the chop
I look like a Ock
Got the juice and the squeeze and I'm ready to pop
I'm ready to flock
She suckin' my dick and I'm bustin' her chops
She not from my block, she must be a op
I'm knowin' her brother, the nigga I stomped
G lock four five, this ain't what you want
I'm feignin' to dump, I'm a demon uh huh
E5 is spinnin' the V, we poppin' the trunk
I'm poppin' the trunk, I'm raisin' the stick
When I spark, and fire, it ain't from the bic
It's from the blick
Kill for my dogs, I'm something like Wick
You niggas is broke, your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on
Your bitch is on (WI-WIC)
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
You know my body
Sippin' on Cardi, he feelin' all
Yeah, feelin' all
Yeah, feelin' all Godly
I'm bustin' ya taco, you niggas is sick
Go pick up your matta, your man's got hit
I'm smokin' on tummy, that shit got me lit
They askin' how much, 8K for the fit
She blowin' my line, she throwin' a fit
But I'm on a drill, so pass me the stick
I'm shootin' like Steph, I really don't miss
Shoot through the hoodie, these niggas get hit
I'm bustin' ya taco, you niggas is sick
Go pick up your matta, your man's got hit
I'm smokin' on tummy, that shit got me lit
They askin' how much, 8K for the fit
She blowin' my line, she throwin' a fit
But I'm on a drill, so pass me the stick
I'm shootin' like Steph, I really don't miss
Shoot through the hoodie, these niggas get hit
Get out my way, not too much on papi
She from the bottom, she feignin' to top me
If you wanna top me, gotta be sloppy
Gotta be gawky, followed by WAP
Need me a Cardi, you know my body
Hard like a Harley, and I cannot stop
I'm the life and death of the party
Flock, flock, gotta make sure that he drop
I'm doin' my dance, I'm hittin' my bop
I'm gettin' real sturdy, these niggas is not
This treesh is on my line, tryna give up the box
She givin' me spits, I got what she want
If we go shoppin', she get what she want
10K all on me, hibachi for lunch
Why would I fight when I got the knocks
Nigga got wings, he thought he could box
She call me daddy, I'm all in her box
I'm in her tubes, it fit like a sock
She shakin' her hips, I just wanna rock
Callin' me daddy, I feel like her pops
But I never cuff, save that for the cops
I got the cheese and I got the chop
I look like a Ock
Got the juice and the squeeze and I'm ready to pop
I'm ready to flock
She suckin' my dick and I'm bustin' her chops
She not from my block, she must be a op
I'm knowin' her brother, the nigga I stomped
G lock four five, this ain't what you want
I'm feignin' to dump, I'm a demon uh huh
E5 is spinnin' the V, we poppin' the trunk
I'm poppin' the trunk, I'm raisin' the stick
When I spark, and fire, it ain't from the bic
It's from the blick
Kill for my dogs, I'm something like Wick
You niggas is broke, your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on
Your bitch is on (WI-WIC)
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
Your bitch is on WIC
You know my body
Sippin' on Cardi, he feelin' all
Yeah, feelin' all
Yeah, feelin' all Godly
I'm bustin' ya taco, you niggas is sick
Go pick up your matta, your man's got hit
I'm smokin' on tummy, that shit got me lit
They askin' how much, 8K for the fit
She blowin' my line, she throwin' a fit
But I'm on a drill, so pass me the stick
I'm shootin' like Steph, I really don't miss
Shoot through the hoodie, these niggas get hit
I'm bustin' ya taco, you niggas is sick
Go pick up your matta, your man's got hit
I'm smokin' on tummy, that shit got me lit
They askin' how much, 8K for the fit
She blowin' my line, she throwin' a fit
But I'm on a drill, so pass me the stick
I'm shootin' like Steph, I really don't miss
Shoot through the hoodie, these niggas get hit
Writer: Ray Riviera, Ray Sosa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid