Yo, I'm not sayin', like I understand, like, you're playing (You don't rememb-) Like, I understand its a joking song, I understand that I fuck with it, but it's gonna be fans who is just like "Okay, he just some bullshit" Alright, let's go, let's go, let's go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got a call this week from one of my favorite hoes (My favorite hoes) Your girls ran a train on me I call them "Trader Joes" (Ooh) I be pulling the baddest one Walmart with gator toes (Dayum) You tryna steal my flows I'll make these Glocks start stinging like, stop I'll make these Glocks start singing like Taylor Swift (Got a great voice) I call her Demi Lavato, that's my favorite bitch I had to cum on the napkin so I could save the kids (Whoa) Her man pulled his shit out, it was like "Honey I shrunk the kids" They got an Air BnB, they was on bunks and shit I broke up with yo hood, I pulled up and start dumping shit
I pull up with like 30 shooters and they all blind and deaf And they shootin' like Steph
I run it up at Whole Foods so I'm out of breath, I'm in Budapest I'm like, "Who your friend? Let's call a ride we could have Uber sex" I got all the gas, can't even lie, I've been super blessed When I got the line up they say I look the new Denzel (On training day) Swear to god when I make a mil, Imma be rude as hell Imma stop talking and learn sign language super well (Bitch, where?) Tryna play games with me swear to god it's not Splinter Cell Just got pulled over with 50 pints of Booch in the Sprinter van I ain't fuck in 30 days, swear to god I might kill a man (Smoking gas, gas, gas, gas) Swear I might not feel again Bought a bitch a new body, I just want something real again I wanna stay on my own island yeah that's why they call me Gilligan
I pull up with like 30 shooters and they all blind and deaf And they shootin' like Steph
Compositores: Mike Ryan Hector, Jordan Alexander Ward (Jordan Ward), Courageous Xavier Herrera (Xavi) ECAD: Obra #45763810