Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don´t even wanna chill if bad hoes ain´t involved And I don´t give not one fuck ´bout what these niggas think at all Uppin´ it up, I don´t need no Adderal
She bought a bag from MaxField She know how to handle the sack, oh, well Give a fuck ´bout a critic Suck a dick, tell ´em all, "Go to Hell" I got sick, now I´m never gon´ fail Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail I´m the shit, bitch, I´m poppin´ See me swag, don´t you cop it Pull up in that Rocky with Rick Owen Huh, bitch come give your all to me (Uh, Benz, G, Wagon) I´m drippin´, I´m up in this motherfuckin´ Thrasher
Set trippin´, I´m up in this motherfuckin´ Thrashin´ I´ma shoot at them dudes (Brrt, baow) ´Cause they doin´ all that flaggin´ Hold on, YB move too cool And I run the league like I´m John Madden Yeah, sun lean bad bitch, I dress her up in Poochie too (Oh, wow) Shoot that crew, know they do that too Ho, you got me naked, and I eat your food I´m gonna buy white gold Get your bitch for to go up and down on the pole I´m active around this bitch, yeah, I smack on her ass tell her put up her phone
Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes I don´t even wanna chill if bad hoes ain´t involved
And I don´t give not one fuck ´bout what these niggas think at all Uppin´ it up, I ain´t need no Adderal