Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I don't even got to say much (grrah), everybody knows (like)
And it ain't just niggas, I could take these niggas' hoes (yeah)
I-I went from a PJ, buildin' to the fortieth floor (damn)
W-watchin' bitches speak on shit they'll truly never know about
Poppin' up, showin' out
Bitches wanna take my space (like)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (like)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my f– (grrah)
Get out my f– (grrah)
Get out my f– (grrah)
Get out my f–
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Matter fact, give me space (like)
Matter fact, give me time (like)
Matter fact, give me maathaa (damn)
Matter fact, make me a mom (like)
And I'm outside with the slimes (like)
And I'm outside with the gangy (gangy)
Label scared for my safety (like)
Told them they can't change me (grrah)
JPG on the shirt (shirt)
Bet you see C for the pump (like)
No matter where in the world, my 'ooter a geek, ten shots for the dump (grrah)
It's pokin' out from the side (woah), you can see my shit from the front
I was never afraid to fight (nope)
I was never the one to run
I was always número one (damn)
You ain't comin' correct? You're done (damn)
Begone
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (like)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my f– (grrah)
Get out my f– (grrah)
Get out my f– (grrah)
Get out my f–
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Matter fact, give me space (like, grrah)
Matter fact, give me time (like, damn)
Matter fact, give me maathaa (give me that)
Matter fact, make me a mom
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my face
Get out my– (what?)
Woah, X pills'll make ya cha-cha (uh)
Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa
Got a bitch turning burned off the Blanco (oof)
I only want head like a poncho
Twin beat his case, got him a Bronco
'Cause the glove didn't fit
Deep pockets, stuffed out like cilantro
I dip in the VIP, made it mine (what?)
Whip up a bitch, she fine
Never will I steal your shine
You ain't never geeked on M in a penthouse while your dick stuck in a dime (facts)
I done hit so many hoes, almost turned myself in, thought it was a crime (hoo)
Girl, you look good, it's your mom (ayy)
I'm tryna see y'all aligned (ayy, ayy)
I'm tryna see y'all aligned, my baby (ayy)
I'm down to cover the fine, my baby
One of one, one of a kind, my baby (ayy, ayy-ayy)
Geek up, but I don't do lines, my baby
You gotta get with the times, my baby
Tattoo your face
Tattoo your face if you're truly mine, my baby
Everything peachy, everything come with a risk (peachy, ooh, risky)
Stay with a blicky, my nails too long to close my fist (ooh, pow, pow, pow, pow)
The 'ooter gon' spin like a DVD-style disc (ooh, spin, ooh)
And these hoes is mad, they pissed, but won't do shit (won't do nothin', bro)
They mad, but won't do shit (won't do nothin')
They mad, but won't do shit (won't do nothin')
They mad, but won't do shit
They mad, but won't do shit (won't do nothin', ooh)
They mad, but won't do shit
Aha, aha
Woah, X pills'll make ya cha-cha (uh)
Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa
Got a bitch turning burned off the Blanco
I only want head like a poncho
Twin beat his case, got him a Bronco
'Cause the glove didn't fit
Deep pockets, stuffed out like cilantro
