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Huh
Yeah
(Zip) Uh-huh (Got thirty), yeah (Huh), hey
[ian]
I just told DDG, "Pass the shot"
I got these hoes playing basketball
Roll up a zip of Biscotti, I'm pimpin', got thirty-three hoes in here dancin' on me (Hey)
Cinnamon coated the Aston Martin
Ceiling go missing, we astronautin' (Ha, ha)
Roll up the window real quick, got a spliff in my hand, going one-fifty past the cop (Nroom)
Damn (Hey), thick shit twerking on me with my jammies on (Ow)
Damn (Ow), you bought that cap-ass Rick off of Amazon (That shit fake)
Yeah
(Zip) Uh-huh (Got thirty), yeah (Huh), hey
[ian]
I just told DDG, "Pass the shot"
I got these hoes playing basketball
Roll up a zip of Biscotti, I'm pimpin', got thirty-three hoes in here dancin' on me (Hey)
Cinnamon coated the Aston Martin
Ceiling go missing, we astronautin' (Ha, ha)
Roll up the window real quick, got a spliff in my hand, going one-fifty past the cop (Nroom)
Damn (Hey), thick shit twerking on me with my jammies on (Ow)
Damn (Ow), you bought that cap-ass Rick off of Amazon (That shit fake)
She a burnt-out ho, if she call me up one more time, I'm cutting my celly off (Cut it)
This my first time showing my face in a while, but I had to come hit up the Hit-A-Thon (Hit, hit, hit)
[ian]
You could give up on calling your ho, she in Santo Domingo, rubbin' my back, my boy
We sippin' piña coladas and petting flamingos, give us a sec', my boy (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You ain't been making no buckets, that's not a opinion, look at the stats, my boy
ian post up on your wifey, then step back, uh, nothing but net, my boy
[DDG]
Shh, nothing but net, my boy
This my first time showing my face in a while, but I had to come hit up the Hit-A-Thon (Hit, hit, hit)
[ian]
You could give up on calling your ho, she in Santo Domingo, rubbin' my back, my boy
We sippin' piña coladas and petting flamingos, give us a sec', my boy (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You ain't been making no buckets, that's not a opinion, look at the stats, my boy
ian post up on your wifey, then step back, uh, nothing but net, my boy
[DDG]
Shh, nothing but net, my boy
Shh, countin' up checks, my boy
Do not pull up to the same function that we is at, or you'll get pressed, my boy (Ayy)
She cannot come to the phone, she giving me dome, just send her a text, my boy (Come on)
[DDG & ian]
Yo, ian, pass me a white ho
Alright, bet, just pass me some thick shit
[DDG]
I can turn a broke ho to a rich bitch
She used to Coach, and I put her in Christian (Yeah)
If she throw that shit back, I'ma blitz it (Hmm)
I'ma tackle that pussy like hit-stick
Thought I was bleeding, dick covered in lipstick
Shawty off X and she going ballistic (Fah)
Do not pull up to the same function that we is at, or you'll get pressed, my boy (Ayy)
She cannot come to the phone, she giving me dome, just send her a text, my boy (Come on)
[DDG & ian]
Yo, ian, pass me a white ho
Alright, bet, just pass me some thick shit
[DDG]
I can turn a broke ho to a rich bitch
She used to Coach, and I put her in Christian (Yeah)
If she throw that shit back, I'ma blitz it (Hmm)
I'ma tackle that pussy like hit-stick
Thought I was bleeding, dick covered in lipstick
Shawty off X and she going ballistic (Fah)
[ian]
Got your ho in here fuckin', I knew what was comin' like I seen this shit on the Simpsons (I knew it)
Got the Birkin, if she play her cards real perfect, she might get another for Christmas (Ha, ha)
All the broads still chirpin', my car still swervin', I know I'm gon' take it the distance (Ha, ha)
Got your ho in here wet' than a river, you pull up, she turn to a Popeyes' biscuit (Ah)
[DDG]
You got your ho here, dried up
Niggas in the A right now, I'm fired up (Stop)
Your ho watch my story, just slide up
I can fuck any bad bitch with a line-up (Bitch)
We don't need no fuckin' designer
Plain white tee, got your ho in a riser (Hot)
All this paper, my wallet a binder (Hot, hot)
Got your ho in the 'burbs, come and find her (Hot, hot)
[ian]
You could give up on calling your ho, she in Santo Domingo, rubbin' my back, my boy
We sippin' piña coladas and petting flamingos, give us a sec', my boy
You ain't been making no buckets, that's not a opinion, look at the stats, my boy
ian post up on your wifey, then step back, uh, nothing but net, my boy
Plain white tee, got your ho in a riser (Hot)
All this paper, my wallet a binder (Hot, hot)
Got your ho in the 'burbs, come and find her (Hot, hot)
[ian]
You could give up on calling your ho, she in Santo Domingo, rubbin' my back, my boy
We sippin' piña coladas and petting flamingos, give us a sec', my boy
You ain't been making no buckets, that's not a opinion, look at the stats, my boy
ian post up on your wifey, then step back, uh, nothing but net, my boy