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She ain’t never met no one who talk like that
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I’ll call right back (Woo, woo, woo, yeah, uh)
Roll my windows up, darlin’, roll them windows up
Biscuit-ass niggas wonder how I got my jiffy up
Crib so damn big, I need a diaper and a sippy cup (Wah)
Someone tell Zendaya she my favorite, can she hit me up?
Ha-ha-ha-ha, when I double-park the LaF’
That rah-tah-tah-tah, bitch, I’m steppin’ on the gas (Mm)
She ain’t never met no one who talk like that (I don’t really know)
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I’ll call right back (Yeah, uh)
Wipe that silly grin (Mm), bitch, I’m really him (Mm)
You better put them palms together, bitch, I really sin (Mm)
No, me and crack don’t share daddies, but we really twins (Okay)
If she ain’t got her shit together, she ain’t gettin’ in (Okay)
You see the bed top bunker, the boy got thumpers
I’m a bonafide face seat, box muncher
She ain’t never met no one who talk like that (I want that pussy, yeah)
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I’ll call right back (Mwah, yeah)
Never in the Hamptons dick-ridin’ in a white ‘fit (Nah)
Never raise a hand, the strap on him like a dyke bitch
This dark work like night shift, I’m thunder, I light shit (Pew)
I flood this, I flood that, I swim good, I’m Pisces (I’m a fish)
Hey T, why you actin’ hard? I’m like, “Baby, please
I ain’t tough, I just thumbs up, like I’m scrollin’ feed”
She ain’t never met no one who talk like that (Nigga, I’m pussy)
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I’ll call right back, yeah
Roll my windows up, darlin’, roll them windows up
Never let them see the color, model, make of semi truck
Fuck it, fuck your shimmy up, yeah, fuck your shimmy up
Celebrate, it’s your birthday, get your pennies up (Yeah, uh)
Bitch, you bossin’ up, yeah, nah, we really bossin’ up
I could never ride no Hellcat, shit don’t cost enough (Enough)
Twenty thousand on me (Vroom), hunnid thousand on me (Uh)
Fifty thousand on me (Mm-hmm), a couple thousand on me (Yeah)
You’re movin’ sloppy if you get that sloppy where you sleep at
Never tell them niggas or those women where you breathe at
If my ex is spillin’ tea about me, don’t you drink that
And don’t you call me brother, I just met you, you could keep that
With these type of views, it ain’t no service on my two-way
So you don’t have to call, I’m Usher Raymond on a Tuesday
With twenty thousand on me (Mm), hunnid thousand on me (Uh)
Fifty thousand on me (Mm-hmm), a couple thousand on me
Brodie said his job to— for me, he the cameraman
They hoes went to Leuzinger, I skated to Hamilton
I had that S dome, was gettin’ pressed and almost packed out (Where you from?)
Me and Lionel Boyce in drama class, my boy can act now (Mm)
Was really Odd Future, all them other niggas whacked out
The biggest out the city after Kenny, that’s a fact now
She ain’t never met no one who talk like that (Bitch, ooh, ooh)
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I’ll call right back (Bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
(Uh, uh)
Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus
(I’m not with that shit, cuh, alright?)
That’s why I’m paranoid now ’cause niggas weird and really bums
I’m paranoid now ’cause niggas weird and really bums (Uh, uh, uh)
I’m paranoid now ’cause niggas weird and really bums
I’m paranoid now ’cause niggas weird and really bums
I’m—
