Gotta be 'bout it Cook that shit up, Quay Gotta be 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it, 'bout it Gotta be 'bout it, 'bout it Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Young bitch thinkin' I'm from 'luminati Deposit I made in my closet At random I posed the body Yeah, then if I came in your body (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Bodies on bodies Got bodies on bodies, got bodies on bodies, yeah Don't tell nobody Don't tell nobody, don't tell nobody, yeah Get booted up, pull up and pipe her Catch a body like I'm a real lifer (Boom) In the city like I'm the dice Take a gamble, come play with your life Is you 'bout it? (Is you 'bout it?) Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (I'm 'bout it, 'bout it) That Rol' on my wrist, that Lil Yachty (Ice) Beat the pussy like Mr. Miyagi They make crack like, they fill pack like, then like Master P we wanna joog Findin' bodies, catchin' bodies way 'fore Boyz n the Hood (Uh) Fuck the 12 here and the chop hop us up there And that 4-4 they keep on the shelves (Whoa) I'm gonna fuck on that ho, ain't gonna tell She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Roll up a burner inside it Pull up and fuck it, no coughin' She suck on the D, need a rubber That pussy be drippin' like water Yeah, she came out of Canada She fresh off a banana boat No Tony Montana (Yeah, yeah) Made that bitch eat a cantaloupe (Eat it up, eat it up) Put that boot in her bootyhole Make her leak out her panties (Leak, leak) Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (Oh, is you 'bout it) Got dick like a Xanny (Yeah) I fuck from the back with a cannon Lil' mama got nipple like Janet On Super Bowl winnin' all Grammys In the kitchen I trap like the candy Oh is you 'bout it? I'm poppin' a Perc while she panic When she busts she do it dramatic Got a 4-4 that shoot automatic Got them Benjamins stacked for your habits Dolce Gabbana and dabbin' Make her spit on the dick, make it nasty Make her spit on the dick, make it nasty She say she fuckin' on me tonight Gonna suck on that D with ice, ayy Pussy nice and tight tonight Doin' up brain and pipe Said she 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Oh is you 'bout it? Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, killin' the pussy Bitch I got bodies on bodies Yeah, cook it up, cook it up Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, yeah) 'Bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Lil' bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

Swear to god, might fuck with this new OVO shit Swear to god, [?] How we ride when we ride East niggas tell how we ride out Sauga city trip She call me like she can't wait, she want it now now now I give it to her that way, right now now now We pop and roll to the strip, grind on that dick I brought her back to the crib, skipped the four play She's laying down it's 2 ish Right on my bed, blonde bitch with her blue eyes Like butter the way she spread Oh man, I love my lil' chicka My Nina, Melina, Aurona, Melauna She want the anaconda right? (yah) Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? Is you 'bout it, 'bout it 'Bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl She loves my style, love the way I sound Love the way I talk, love the way I hang God made no mistake, I done came a long way So don't mind me, if I don't mind you Nigga I got pill poppin' bitches in the back, of the Cherokee Bitches still don't know how to react, to sincerity Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? Is you 'bout it, 'bout it 'Bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl Stop telling those lies about me girl And I just might call you back some time A nigga might just holla back some time I might just hit you back like Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day I might just call you back one day (Might just call you back) (Sex on the couch, no pull out Sex on the couch, no pull out) Yea... yea.Annotate.

Imma come correct Ain't got no problems babe Doctor's in the house So let me operate On you I don't need a glove Or a face mask Cuz I'm down girl With the splash back Why should I Protect It I'm safe inside your walls They're perfected And when I feel the pressure I'm brave And I don't want to eject it (Hold It Down) Let's get That shit going Windows rolling up I'm holding you Heating up your body Glass is fogging Girl I noticed While outside rain is pouring I know I know You've been dreaming Bout this shit all day Go ahead and replay Your imagination Pull up and I'll parallel park In your love You know I got that drive babe Pull up and I'll parallel park In your love You know I'll drive you crazy Rolling through the back streets Hit the gas And we're cruising at a track speed Got the sunroof open in a class C Can't wait till I get you in the backseat If it's alright Let's go somewhere And get it on tonight Rolling through the back streets Hit the gas And we're cruising at a track speed Got the sunroof open in a class C Can't wait till I get you in the backseat If it's alright Let's go somewhere And get it on tonight

Feel like I'm (brrra) Ay (ooh) Hehe, fucking around, yeah (brrra) Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ay (what?) Yeah, yeah Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I fucked the game up I drew the game up We do not play bruh In my own lane bruh That bitch is lame bruh You know you is a lame hoe My bitch from over state She gon' come down state What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah That's ok, that's ok, that's ok, yeah That's ok, that's ok, that's ok, yeah What you mean? Yeah What you mean? Yeah What you mean? Yeah What you mean? That's ok, that's ok, that's ok, that's ok That's ok, that's ok, that's ok, that's ok What you? Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, pink roses, pink lean Pink Audies, pink beans Pretty foreign, bitch clean And my wrist this breezy Xan up, I'm next You know I'm next Your bitch wanna sex Your bitch want Pink roses, pink lean Pink Audies, they like beans I like bean, I like beans, I like lean (he-hey, oh) Fuck it, yeah Fuck it, yeah Fuck it, yeah Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead