What is divine light?
BIA BIA
(Aziz)
BIA BIA
Push to start, automatic parts
I don't even think I have a heart
Tin Man, B.E.t after dark
Dance emoji like I popped a narc
He was feelin' on this p**y
So I threw that shit in park
I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck
Can't f**k him in no two-door (two-door)
Bring your man a b**h
And he gon' ask you find him two more (two more)
I can teach you game
For what these bitches go to school for
See me with the same h**s
I don't really f**k with new whores (whores), no
Tell that n**a hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that n**a)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (drop a bag, drop a bag)
I like crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (tell that n**a) (BIA BIA)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (tell that n**a)
Tell that n**a hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that n**a)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like) (yeah, yeah)
P**y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (tell that n**a)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me, true (tell that n**a) (yeah)
Doe Beezy got them racks, that's what they mad for (Doe Beezy)
If she act up, kick her to the curb like my last ho, b**h
I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get your back broke
Girl, that p**y good, if you cheat, might kick your ass, ho
Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blowin' on demand (ba-rah, rah, rah, rah)
I just fell asleep inside your ho, I'm off the Xan (let's go, let's go)
You deal with Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands (Doe Beezy)
Your boyfriend get to trippin', pull that chopper on your mans (ba-rah, rah, rah, rah)
I f**k on pop stars now, b**h, I'm hot as f**k (mwah, mwah)
You can't get this d**k, b**h, you not hot enough (well, damn)
N**a say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up
Popped a lotta opps (yeah), still ain't drop enough (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Just gettin' started, my youngins, they stupid retarded (grr)
Spotted an opp in a party, shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari (skrrt)
F**k all my enemies (f**k all my enemies) (yeah, yeah)
They ain't did shit to me (they ain't did shit to me)
Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me (Doe Beezy)
I secure my security (okay)
Tell that n**a hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that n**a)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (drop a bag, drop a bag)
I like Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (tell that n**a) (BIA BIA)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (tell that n**a) (ay)
Tell that n**a hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that n**a)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like)
P**y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (tell that n**a) (damn, fool)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me, true (tell that n**a)
Don't got no b**h on me
What the f**k are you talkin' 'bout? (Not me)
Young, wild n**a, I don't cuff at all
Bitches stay in they feelings, can't f**k 'em raw (at all)
You gon' suck this d**k when I see you (you dig?)
Got a million stashed, I don't need you (no cap)
Bought a million bags for these h**s (b**h)
Still stressed out and alone (what else?)
One point five from the phone (cash)
Two point two on the road (what else?)
Young turnt, n**a, I'm goals (yeah)
But I ain't shit without my bros
Can't wait 'til y'all get home
Another day, n**a, another dollar
Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada
I don't purchase none of that shit, but I got it
East side, first n**a from the hood on a G5
That was me, that was me
