Intro歌词

作词 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Carl E. Martin/Leslie Wakefield Jr./Jachin Jenkins
作曲 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Carl E. Martin/Leslie Wakefield Jr./Jachin Jenkins
Wait hold up, I'm finna turn this ***** up
(Mustard on the beat ho)
Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
I'm finna shoot a pornflick, ***** come get your cameo
She got a baby-daddy and a kid, but she ain't tell me though
She runnin' from the D, Oh My God, she's a scary hoe
I kill *****, I hope she got insurance for the burial
Wait hold up, how you even know me?
"Oh I heard you on the radio"
My pockets on fatboys, shoutout too Lil Terrio
The hardest ***** always singing louder than the stereo
Commit a crime, then starting pointing fingers
Like "There he go"
I be fresh to death, fly as hell when I walk through
Why ****** hatin' on me, that I ain't never even talked too?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, *****, who are you?
Oh, you still mad from High-School
'Cause the coach didn't start you?
I take my hoes too Toys'R'Us
Why? 'Cause they childish
You gon' find a better *****? Baby I highly doubt it
Just like a old-ass whip, these hoes got high mileage
Stop gossipin', ***** you still live' in Public Housin'
You ain't bi, she only **** with ****** with the blue-check
I ain't ******' with her, even though I got the blue-check
On Instagram, and my bank account, big blue check
I'm a cold *****, when I come around, she made the crewneck
Knockin' 'em down like dominoes, I'm freaky, yeah, who next?
Even though our convos be dry, I got you wet
I gave her good D, now she braggin' in a group-chat
Now she always poppin' up, like a new text
I got a mic I can sing, you can be my Whitney Houston
I 'ont want a lot, but just like Nike, I'm tryna' do it
Your secrets ain't for me,
'Cause I don't care 'bout who you screwing
The people say I'm famous, really I be really coolin'
I'm a fool, but that jewelry look fake, who you foolin'?
The ****** that be flexin' on the 'gram, be really losin'
Hey tough guy, don't play with guns, if you ain't really shootin'
Stop playin', them ****** in LA be really true
Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s