(Hey, Hudson, this beat go crazy)
I can’t turn down
Let them n***** have they chance, it’s my turn now
Try to stab me in my back, n****, turn around, yeah
N**** think we playin’, we might gun him down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Gotta keep that shit on the low-low
We don’t fuck with broke hoes, we don’t know those
I could pull up to the neck, I be dolo, yeah
Feel like Austin Powers, got my mojo, yeah
I can get them things by the boatload
Baby in here rockin’ Coach, that’s a no-go
N**** in here think he tough, he get rolled on
I send shit to Alabama, they like, “Roll Tide”
Brodie, that ain’t real Bape, for the millionth time
Baby listen to my songs, say I never lie
Came a long way from the boot, was just commitin’ crimes
Lotta n***** say they real, but they won’t ride
Did this shit all by myself, not a cosign
Tryna turn it up a notch, yeah, it’s go time
You can’t come around here, you ain’t got no ties
I can’t even tell you what I go through
I can have a lot of hoes, but I want you
Let me put some diamonds on you, girl, you so cool
Baby, you my right hand, you my go-to
Yeah, you my go-to
You my right hand, you my go-to
You my right hand, you my, yeah
You my right hand, you my, yeah
Yeah, you my right hand, you my ride or die
5’5″, thick thighs with some pretty eyes
Come and hop inside my ride, let you see inside
Come and hop inside my ride, make you feel alive
Yeah, yeah, what a time
Too many diamonds in the face, I can’t tell the time
N**** said he want some beef, hope it came with fries
N**** said he wanted smoke, got his ass fried
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Gotta keep that shit on the low-low
We don’t fuck with broke hoes, we don’t know those
I could pull up to the neck, I be dolo, yeah
Feel like Austin Powers, got my mojo, yeah
I can get them things by the boatload
Baby in here rockin’ Coach, that’s a no-go
N**** in here think he tough, he get rolled on
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