Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up Maserati, Versace (Yeah)
She let me hit with that body (Taha)
She gotta stop me, no thotty (Wait, uh, yeah)
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
White tee, no Peep, shawty feel the thing (Taha)
She gon' throw it back, so I hit it then I leave
I ain't talkin' carrots but I really want 'em greens
I be all up in her walls, now we lookin' like some cream
We gon' talk it, you know that we gon' walk it
Versace on my neck, couple racks in my pocket
I'm blowin' up like a rocket, they really be tryna stop it
I'm drippin' just like a faucet, she all up inside her cockpit
We gon' slide if they really wanna die, ay
223s and a couple .45s, yeah
I am not a plumber but I give your girl some pipe, yeah
Ivy on my neck, it just glisten like the sky, ay
I said, "Adiós, I'm goin' to Tokyo"
Couple Asian baddies with a fatty in the studio
I don't need no groupie hoe
I be goin' three and o
Shawty want my nuts and I ain't talkin' 'bout pistachio
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty (Yeah, yeah)
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
Shawty pull up and she do what I say so (Yeah, yeah)
Gucci and Gabbana 'cause she know I got the peso
Pull up in a Ghost, no, that's no halo
[?]to the way I post the payloads
Too much talk-talk, watch your boy get rocked-rocked
Pull up to your spot-spot, watch the choppa blow-blow
My jeans, they Ksubi, all these bitches groupies
Talkin' like they knew me, they don't know the new me
All this f**n' guala on me, yeah, [?]
Pray that I got the keys, I hope I make it through the most
And shawty want some of me because, b**h, I am Samoan
And she follow my lead 'cause I got gave the b**h a [?]
And they love to feel whole lotta other shit
Tell me that she love me but I wanna hit
Don't wanna make a scene, her shit is make-believe
After I leave these bitches hatin' me, like, goddamn
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
