My name's Slizzy, but this bitch forgot
Run my city, they won't take my spot
Nigga run up, then he gon' get shot
I just ran a milli' up on God
Beat that pussy, she scream out: No más
Claim they real but that shit a façade
Gave me chills when I found out you lied
The nerve of you, I thought you were right
Thought you was sly
My bitch said she need a Cash App, I'ma send that like: Hi
I don't even wonder why, know my bitch so fly
I know she the prize, lightskin 5'5"
Nice eyes, ass on the thighs
Ya bitch is good, but she is not better than mine
My bitch not friendly, don't like none of my guys
Nigga run up, then he gon' get shot
I just ran a milli' up on God
On God, yeah
We out in Brooklyn turnin' up another notch
I'm Slizzy Drizzy, baby, you know how I rock
I'm doin' toasts with Mimosas at the spa
I'm a stunna, I'm with C, that's on God
Your man's time's up, bae, he's on the clock
I wear my Rollie upside down in the spot
That way the sixes is always on top
She said her besties wanna get on and swap
I said: Well, this time, I might have to—
I said: Well, this time, I might be a thot
I can't tell you I'll stop
She just did a bean out in Boston, oh my
A Tesla in Texas, self-drive
A thizz on a bridge, see the city lights
Her name on the guest list, so am I
Let's go inside, ayy
Okay
I'm still in the club lookin' for love, oh no, no, nah
Done what it is, not what it was, had to switch it up
Super turned up, off two-threes, off two-threes
Better turn up, better turn up, woah, okay, yeah
Yeah-yeah
Somebody who loves me in the buildin'
Somebody who feel me in the buildin'
We throw fifty thou' to the ceiling, oh yeah
I know there's somebody who loves me
Somebody who really loves me (who loves me)
And that's all I need
Yeah
