[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Get right
[Verse 1]
Had to zip me a lil n***a, show him I'm official
They said I'm p**y, now they tryna play me like a k**er
Talk like I'm retarded, I went put them diamonds in my den
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin'
Shawty got me in my feelings, I can't get no a** (a**)
Tryna' blaze, got a man, I ain't text her back (back)
[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad 'cause she sad with no f**in' cash (b**h)
I got no cash and she mad 'cause she f**in' sad (let's go)
[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it a show
What I tell a n***a when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though, I walk the pounds out the store
[Verse 2]
Brick talkin' on the job, short with some old n***as
Fo' n***a, four fifty bands with a cold
Convicted felon posted in the Nawf with a dirty clip
Do that time, he ain't got no mind, quick to show a n***a
They said I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullsh** to that lil n***a that they talk about
Benz [?] Benz truck, I'm whippin' out
I could see they never thought we make b**hes change their thoughts
With my lil m**m, man we pullin' up at any store
b**h you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their b**hes like a telephone
I'm not from Iran, that b**h goes bang, I'ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, one pull up on me, other, head
My b**h right here, can't speak on that, I know I do that bad
[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad 'cause she sad with no f**in' cash (cash)
I got no cash and she mad 'cause she f**in' sad (f**in' sad)
[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it a show (bet)
What I tell a n***a when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though, I walk the pounds out the store
[Outro]
With my lil m**m, man we pullin' up at any store
b**h you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their b**hes like a telephone
I'm not from Iran, that b**h goes bang, I'ma let it blow