But what I got in this purse´ll get ´em murked (Pew, whoo, bing) Load ´em up, put ´em in a hearse Yeah, yuh, yuh, skrrt, skrrt (Load ´em up) Yeah, what
Her nigga say I got a Gucci purse (Uh-huh) But what I got in here prolly get him murked (Uh-huh) Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (Uh-huh) Ballin´ out super hard, Kyrie Irv´ (Uh-huh) And her nigga say I got the Louis purse (Uh-huh) But what I got in here prolly get him murked (Uh-huh) Load it up, let it go, get him murked (Uh-huh) Every day, I ball out, Kyrie Irving (Uh-huh)
I´ma swerve in the suburbs off the Bourbon (Woah, woah)
Off a Perky, I´m a whole different person (Woah, woah) On my IG, shit, she be lurkin´ (Woah, woah) On some high-key shit, my heart hurtin´ (Mhm) I can´t never trust a ho´ again, no, no, no (No) Run up on me, load it up, and then I let it go (Go) .40 give a nigga a kiss like a mistletoe (What) Only take one shot bitch, I ain´t missin´ ho´ (Yeah) Shoot my shot with any bitch, but I ain´t missin ho´ (Yeah) I may love her while I fuck her, I won´t miss her though (Yeah) All the lies that she told to my earlobe (Yeah) In her eyes I´m still her hero (Yeah) Bank account got commas and zeros (Yeah) You don´t wanna know how much they got me for (Yeah)
Really love it when you suck me sloppy, ho´ (Yeah) Turn a nigga brains into sloppy joe, woah (Baow, baow, yeah)
Her nigga say I got a Gucci purse But what I got in this purse´ll get ´em murked (Gang, gang, gang) Load ´em up, put ´em in a hearse (Nine, nine, nine, woah) Load ´em up
Her nigga say I got a Gucci purse (Uh-huh) But what I got in here prolly get him murked (Uh-huh) Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (Uh-huh) Ballin´ out super hard, Kyrie Irv´ (Uh-huh) And her nigga say I got the Louis purse
But what I got in here prolly get him murked (Uh-huh) Load it up, let it go, get him murked (Uh-huh) Every day, I ball out, Kyrie Irving (Uh-huh)