[Intro]
Santana, aye
(It's Trax season bruh)
[Chorus]
Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life llivin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
b*tch you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pussy real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob b*tch, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my ni**as on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
[Verse One]
Hopin' out the Benz truck, yeah a b*tch goin'up
Got that 1942 gon' and pour me a cup
Tell that ni**a send the money, I be runnin' it up
I'mma a gangsta not a model, l'Il beat a b*tch up
Don't get it fu*ked up, this ain't the internet
I'mma boss b*tch I'll lеt my shooters handle that
Pretty b*tch, gеt em hot every time that I drop
And I bleed a ni**as pockets 'til he beg me to stop
[Pre-Chorus]
Ouu, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*tch, yeah I'm motherfu*kin' co*ky (b*tch, I'm co*ky)
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me (Hehe)
[Pre-Chorus]
Ouu, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*tch, yeah I'm motherfu*kin' co*ky (b*tch, I'm co*ky)
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me (Hehe)
[Chorus]
Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life llivin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
b*tch you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pussy real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob b*tch, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my ni**as on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
[Verse Two]
See you hatin' in the comments gon' and log out (Bye)
I took your ni**a, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and I'm livin' in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler I be blinged out
Uh, big Mac books, big black trucks
First class to Columbia to get snatched up
Viagra to you hoes, yeah a b*tch stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a b*tch Donald Duck
[Pre-Chorus]
Ouu, they really on my body (Body)
Bad b*tch, yeah I'm motherfu*kin' co*ky (co*ky)
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Ouu, they really on my body (Body)
Bad b*tch, yeah I'm motherfu*kin' co*ky (co*ky)
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
[Outro]
(It's Trax season bruh)