(Rari)
(Ear Drummers)
(Rari)
(Mike WiLL M-)
(Young Rari)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
H**s hatin' on me when they wake up in the mornin' (huh?)
Sexyy ride foreign, I'm turnt up, b**h, you borin'
Your n**a on my bumper, you should thank me, I ignored him
Text these h**s back, I only do it out of boredom (na-na)
I like gettin' money, I like fast cars
B**h, go wash your coochie with them doo-doo-ass drawers (ew)
I'm from the Northside, them Crip h**s be suckin' balls (I'm blessed)
Bitches be on that friendly shit, I ain't with that shit at all (nope)
H**s hatin' on me, you know that I'm the shit (Sexyy)
My brother already told me that that p**y smell like fish (um)
You thought you had some tea on me, whole time, you drinkin' p**s (dummy)
Sexyy Red the chosen one, I'm turnt up, b**h, I'm it
I'm smokin' all these h**s, good opp pack (gas)
Heard that diss song and that shit was hella wack (it's ass)
Ho say I'm her cousin, I don't know you like that
We ain't cool, b**h, if I see you, gettin' smacked
I came up from nothin', now I got them meat rolls
Niggas think I'm sexy, you should see me out these clothes (fine)
AMG ridin', I be slidin' on all my h**s
Got some long red weave and my nails match my toes (fire)
Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this shit
You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of b**h
Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this shit
You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of b**h, Sexyy
Keep a bankroll in a sexy outfit
Stomach on flat and I got some perky t**s
Young and I'm turnt, whatever I want, I'ma get
Real trench b**h, I'm from the North, don't you forget, Sexyy
B**h, this polo foreign, this is not Ralph Lauren
'Bout them blueberries, we will split a n**a orange (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Call you back, I'm tourin', you gon' make me horny
Eyes redder than that flight I booked you for the mornin' (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Ferraris and Porsches, they think that I ride horses
All this lemon-lime I pour, they think Chief Sosa got an endorsement (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Tryna ball like Chief So, you don't need no Porsches
All you gotta do is have that sauce and that's important (bang, bang, bang, bang)
I got alfredo, turn you to some ragu
Wrist got the b**h stuck, lookin' like a statue (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Yeah, my Lamborghini fast, my Hellcat's fast too
All these 'Cats, you would think I bought 'em 'cause I had to (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Did I have to? Man, I never do
From the trenches, get rich, shit'll better you (bang, bang, bang, bang)
At the venue, countin' revenue
Big forty-five, I don't care if you 7'2" (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Big forty-five, I don't care if it's seven of you
Niggas tryna be me, doin' shit that I'll never'll do (bang, bang, bang, bang)
All this shit on my body, I'm a walkin' number two (yeah)
You ain't fu', but you got fu' niggas under you (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Ayy, I be smokin' good opp pack
Point the Glory Boyz to where the hood spots at (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Glory Boyz get to blowin', Superman couldn't stop that
Gucci plaid make a b**h ask for my jack (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Rolls-Royces make a b**h ask to give you neck
Nasty b**h love when I spit up in a gat (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Brrt-brrt, yeah, hello, man, who this?
I don't know, I got you saved as, "Fat booty b**h" (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this shit
You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of b**h
Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this shit
You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of b**h, Sexyy
Keep a bankroll in a sexy outfit
Stomach on flat and I got some perky t**s
Young and I'm turnt, whatever I want, I'ma get
Real trench b**h, I'm from the North, don't you forget, Sexyy
Bang, bang, bang, bang
