Ay
Ay, ay
I don't know why but this remind of some old Wayne Drought shit Maybe that's just me though
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Yeah, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
I'ma pull up to your town and stunt, Cirque du Soleil
Ay, bitch I merk, they so late
Ay, ay but shout out to the early bird
Vision worldwide, I'm just a nigga from the dirty third
And I never took a interest in that corporate ladder
And it's still f*ck a label unless of course it add up
Yeah you know I want that sack but there's more that matters
When I'm not silencing my critics, I'm ignoring chatter
Ay, shit is different now, holla when you had enough
None y'all boys even leaving a stain on the game
We are not the same, bitch I feel like Fabo
I'ma tat it up, pray I never need that rata-tata tucked
Matter fact I hate I even brought it up
But I sense a lot of sour energy bottled up
Ay, but let a nigga pop a cork, that is not import'
I'm on go, I ain't stopping short
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
Yeah, thinking way bigger than you could fathom
I draw attention I ain't used to havin'
And don't compare please, no similarity far as class we in
I'm running on E, y'all keeping up with Kardashian
I'm suffocated by a routine
Stuck my left wrist outside the window, made the coupe lean, them diamonds heavy
Was hesitant but now my mind is ready
Mozzarella Maserati, still feed her wine and spaghetti, bitch
Ay, ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
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Ay
Ay, ay
I don't know why but this remind of some old Wayne Drought shit Maybe that's just me though
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Yeah, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
I'ma pull up to your town and stunt, Cirque du Soleil
Ay, bitch I merk, they so late
Ay, ay but shout out to the early bird
Vision worldwide, I'm just a nigga from the dirty third
And I never took a interest in that corporate ladder
And it's still f*ck a label unless of course it add up
Yeah you know I want that sack but there's more that matters
When I'm not silencing my critics, I'm ignoring chatter
Ay, shit is different now, holla when you had enough
None y'all boys even leaving a stain on the game
We are not the same, bitch I feel like Fabo
I'ma tat it up, pray I never need that rata-tata tucked
Matter fact I hate I even brought it up
But I sense a lot of sour energy bottled up
Ay, but let a nigga pop a cork, that is not import'
I'm on go, I ain't stopping short
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
Yeah, thinking way bigger than you could fathom
I draw attention I ain't used to havin'
And don't compare please, no similarity far as class we in
I'm running on E, y'all keeping up with Kardashian
I'm suffocated by a routine
Stuck my left wrist outside the window, made the coupe lean, them diamonds heavy
Was hesitant but now my mind is ready
Mozzarella Maserati, still feed her wine and spaghetti, bitch
Ay, ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
Ay, ay
I don't know why but this remind of some old Wayne Drought shit Maybe that's just me though
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Yeah, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
I'ma pull up to your town and stunt, Cirque du Soleil
Ay, bitch I merk, they so late
Ay, ay but shout out to the early bird
Vision worldwide, I'm just a nigga from the dirty third
And I never took a interest in that corporate ladder
And it's still f*ck a label unless of course it add up
Yeah you know I want that sack but there's more that matters
When I'm not silencing my critics, I'm ignoring chatter
Ay, shit is different now, holla when you had enough
None y'all boys even leaving a stain on the game
We are not the same, bitch I feel like Fabo
I'ma tat it up, pray I never need that rata-tata tucked
Matter fact I hate I even brought it up
But I sense a lot of sour energy bottled up
Ay, but let a nigga pop a cork, that is not import'
I'm on go, I ain't stopping short
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
Yeah, thinking way bigger than you could fathom
I draw attention I ain't used to havin'
And don't compare please, no similarity far as class we in
I'm running on E, y'all keeping up with Kardashian
I'm suffocated by a routine
Stuck my left wrist outside the window, made the coupe lean, them diamonds heavy
Was hesitant but now my mind is ready
Mozzarella Maserati, still feed her wine and spaghetti, bitch
Ay, ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck face, she gon' let me f*ck face
Ay, bitch I want the spleen
Ay, on your mark, get set, I run the scene
Body shit so your shorty on some thotty shit
Posing with the duck, she gon' let me f*ck
Writer: Weston Westbrooks
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