You'll get caught in the field, don't get me started
And the racks tied up in rubber bands and the bitches wanna party
And the bitch I'm hitting it, right from the back
It's wet, hit it like Carti
Only get flicked up in top flight shit, I'm running this shit in Armani
Do you wanna come to the pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-party
Huh
F*cking that hoe like it's holiday season
If I say shit then I mean it
Got a new man, well my glock finna meet him
Had to tell my hoe, "just pattern up"
"Got two hoes and they straight from Canada"
Nigga why you hating, why you mad at us
Typing on net, but we just keep counting up
It's not my fault bitch I'm young and I'm reckless
Mama I'm smart and I'm young and I'm ready
You want a war then f*ck nigga come get it
And we took his top off like he Fetty
And I wanna swag up, but my conscience won't let me
When I see broke up f*ck niggas like you
Huh oh yeah I just can't stand it
We just can't stand it
Huh we just can't stand it
Huh we just can't stand it
We just can't
You'll get caught in the field, don't get me started
And the racks tied up in rubber bands and the bitches wanna party
And the bitch I'm hitting it, right from the back
It's wet, hit it like Carti
Only get flicked up in top flight shit, I'm running this shit in Armani
Do you wanna come to the pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa
You'll get caught in the field, don't get me started
And the racks tied up in rubber bands and the bitches wanna party
And the bitch I'm hitting it, right from the back
It's wet, hit it like Carti
Only get flicked up in top flight shit, I'm running this shit in Armani
Do you wanna come to the pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-party