[Chorus]
Fa, la-la-la, la
He don't like no strap, my shit fa, la-la-la
Coming— coming from the mud, kid that cry, la-la-la, la
I've been on my block, I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (Dam-dammit)
Ah-ah, ah, ah, na-na-na, na
Me and my choppa sing, sound like fa, la-la-la
Bullets really sting, make him drop, la-la-la, la
How you hatin' on me? You not la, la-la-la, la
[Verse]
She like, "BROKIE, don't go over there"
Bitch, I got opps tryna die
They like "How you walk 'round with that hundred round clip?"
I'm used to clutchin' the .5
Bad lil' bitch in the [?] want to suck on this dick
She told me, "Have a good night"
She like, "BROKIE, be careful, I ain't squirted before"
I make her shoot 'til she dry
Two bad hoes in the back tryna f*ck this bitch
I might go three at a time
Tryna f*ck, I don't care about who is whippin'
Either way, I'm f*ckin' tonight
Body wanna hit up my phone, what you livin' likе?
I tell that motherf*cker, "Gеt off my line"
Ask for a preset, you gettin' blocked
Bitch, you couldn't do this if you tried
She on my phone like (Dammit)
'Cause I ain't givin' the dick up, bitch, goodbye
Had you blickin' the TEC
Prolly gon' shoot the boy up if he bitch online
See all that shit in her butt
Put that shit in like a grown-ass woman, I'm bi
Keep a stick, and it f*ck
Make that shit fah-fah-fah, turn that boy to the sky
I got unlimited bucks
I'm a glitch, I be runnin' shit up
Lions be hittin' my phone at a party
They playin' my shit, bitch, I don't give a f*ck
Talk to me in three years, shut up
'Fore I pierce yo' ear, gonna slut
Honestly, I should just f*ck they bitch
That shit be too easy, they bitch 'boutta slut
I'm in her gut, she all like
[Chorus]
Fa, la-la-la, la
He don't like no strap, my shit fa, la-la-la
Coming— coming from the mud, kid that cry, la-la-la, la
That bitch on my block, I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (Dam-dammit)
Ah-ah, ah, ah, na-na-na, na
Me and my choppa sing, sound like fa-la-la-la
Bullets really sting, make him drop, la-la-la, la
How you hatin' on me? You not la, la-la-la, la