(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
Fuckin´ ass nigga, tired ass nigga
Back your ass up out my motherfuckin´ face
(It´s Trax season bruh)

[Saucy Santana]
Boy, damn, you talk too much (Talkin´ ass)
Won´t sweet talk these panties, nigga, you ain´t clutch (Nah)
Boy, damn, why you lookin´ so hard?
Won´t save a tired ass nigga, bitch, I ain´t no lifeguard
Boy, damn, how you slippin´ on your pimpin´?
Wake yo´ drunk ass up, need to be tippin´ not sippin´
Boy, damn, and you goin´ out sad
I can´t be caught up in your mess when you ain´t got no bag

[Saucy Santana]
(Shh) What you talkin´ about?
I can´t stand a nigga do too much with his mouth
I can´t stand a nigga always lookin´ for clout

I´m a self made bitch and we don´t do no handouts
Let me show you in the right direction
I need the money, I´on care ´bout the complexion (Nah)
Won´t have me sittin´ in the house cryin´ and stressin´
While your broke ass outside Instagrammin´ and flexin´
Wah, wah, wah, here go your tired baby mama
I don´t want this nigga, baby, spare me the drama (Yep)
Now that´s the end of that, somebody show me the commas
Gotta private island me, not no cheap cruise to Bahamas

[Saucy Santana]
Boy, damn, you talk too much (Talkin´ ass)

Won´t sweet talk these panties, nigga, you ain´t clutch (Nah)
Boy, damn, why you lookin´ so hard?
Won´t save a tired ass nigga, bitch, I ain´t no lifeguard
Boy, damn, how you slippin´ on your pimpin´?
Wake yo´ drunk ass up, need to be tippin´ not sippin´
Boy, damn, and you goin´ out sad
I can´t be caught up in your mess when you ain´t got no bag

[Tokyo Jetz]
Real bitch, what up? On the dick, cut up
You ain´t spendin´, boy, you trickin´, tell that nigga "Shut up"
Put that pussy on a nigga, tell me will you run your mouth?

All that talkin´ like you got it, nigga, show me what you ´bout
Judge a nigga by his bitch, nigga, that´s what you like?
You was talkin´ like she raw, oh nigga, that´s what you hype?
Boy please, you can meet me on your knees
Use your mouth where it´s needed, too much talkin´ like it´s tweet
Like boy damn, need a pad for your period
Bad ass weed you smokin´ must got you delirious
Tell a bitch raised you so nigga fuck yo´ mama
And fuck yo´ kids mama too, she act like it´s a problem, fuck nigga

[Saucy Santana]
Boy, damn, you talk too much (Talkin´ ass)
Won´t sweet talk these panties, nigga, you ain´t clutch (Nah)

Boy, damn, why you lookin´ so hard?
Won´t save a tired ass nigga, bitch, I ain´t no lifeguard
Boy, damn, how you slippin´ on your pimpin´?
Wake yo´ drunk ass up, need to be tippin´ not sippin´
Boy, damn, and you goin´ out sad
I can´t be caught up in your mess when you ain´t got no bag

[Saucy Santana, Tokyo Jetz]
Standin´ with my hand out, boy, hand it here
Cash App or cash out, let´s make it clear
Keep it cute or you can mute it, green duck ass
Pussy way too good and bitch, you can´t afford to come back
Hell nah, hell nah, bitch you playin´, ain´t no backtrack

Stupid lil´ bitch, don´t use your pussy for no get-back
´Tana please let a nigga play with me
And I´ma go and fuck his daddy, have his mammy stalkin´ me
Tokyo, bitch, you already know
If he ain´t got a check then he gotta hit the door
His ole´ broke ass, nigga, get the door ass
I´ma need deposits if he think I´m finna throw ass (Ayy)

[Saucy Santana]
Boy, damn, you talk too much (Talkin´ ass)
Won´t sweet talk these panties, nigga, you ain´t clutch (Nah)
Boy, damn, why you lookin´ so hard?
Won´t save a tired ass nigga, bitch, I ain´t no lifeguard

Boy, damn, how you slippin´ on your pimpin´?
Wake yo´ drunk ass up, need to be tippin´ not sippin´
Boy, damn, and you goin´ out sad
I can´t be caught up in your mess when you ain´t got no bag

[ Saucy Santana]
Hahahaha
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha) Saucy Santana in this bitch
Tokyo motherfuckin´ Jetz and we jettin´ on you talkin´ ass nigga
(It´s Trax season bruh) Boy, damn