CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Verified
This how we gon' do this, ayy
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I remember we ain't have sh*t
Now look at us, both verified, f**kin' bad b*t*hes
Bro, I done drove fast whips, bro, I done crashed whips
I don't care if she a lame ho or if she a rat b*t*h
I'ma f**k her like my main, treat her like a fat b*t*h
I don't care about my last b*t*h, let my mans hit
I just checked my bank account, this sh*t outrageous
Woke up with no socks on, I feel like a caveman, look
Ayy, bust a nut, fell straight to sleep, got her a** heated
Bro asked, "Was her pu**y good?" Sh*t, I caught amnesia
N***a said f**k my dead brother, made his a** meet him
Have to pay for them words like a rap feature
Draco with the long nose, look like an anteater
Fendi prints, put the F's on her like a gas meter
Bag touch, I'm pa**in' out F's like a mad teacher
Say she want me and Tay B, we gon' tagteam her
Ayy, told Dugg to bring 42, she want four too
This little sh*t these n***as signin' for, we gon' blow through
Y'all n***as trippin' over hoes, that's what we don't do
Arguing with your b*t*h every day is what you go through
On the phone beggin' for her back, on your cryin' sh*t
Gave you a lil' trophy, one year, on my Kawhi sh*t
You like Curry shootin' from the three, you can't buy a brick
She said she ain't f**k me, she a lyin' b*t*h
Yeah, and she be suckin' d**k (Rat)
Five hours to the K, she a f**kin' trip
Nine hours to the ten, we gon' f**k again
High-fivin' with my mans, you can f**k her friend
I might up a couple hundred, what's a f**kin' Benz?
Rose and light AP, n***a, one-of-one (Duh)
B*t*hes call me Calipari, I know one-and-dones
And we ain't thinkin' 'bout your n***a, he a f**kin' bum
Huh, n***a cappin' like he one of us
B*t*h, I'm sittin' on racks like a honey bun
You sound dumb as f**k, you think we ain't bring them drums with us
One on ones, in here punchin' up like an uppercut
Yeah, every n***a on this f**kin' song been a hundred up
I'ma be up a half a mil' when the summer up
I know these n***as sick, they can't stomach us
Your b*t*h suck me out my skin like a tummy tuck
Can't none of y'all lil' n***as f**k with me (At all)
I ain't payin' the ho for nothin', she a f**kin' freak
Left wrist, right wrist four thousand a piece
Probably hit his baby mama, he got a problem with me
Heard I hit a n***a sister, that was all facts
Played Bape in '18, now we off that
Sell dope and chase dreams, we don't all rap
Naw, n***a, we don't all rap
Heard I hit a n***a mama, that was real sh*t
Lost five hundred thousand, but I'm still lit (Turnt)
I ain't pourin' Belvedere, I'm pourin' real Cris'
Only real n***as feel this
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I remember we ain't have sh*t
Now look at us, both verified, f**kin' bad b*t*hes
Bro, I done drove fast whips, bro, I done crashed whips
I don't care if she a lame ho or if she a rat b*t*h
I'ma f**k her like my main, treat her like a fat b*t*h
I don't care about my last b*t*h, let my mans hit
I just checked my bank account, this sh*t outrageous
Woke up with no socks on, I feel like a caveman, look
Ayy, bust a nut, fell straight to sleep, got her a** heated
Bro asked, "Was her pu**y good?" Sh*t, I caught amnesia
N***a said f**k my dead brother, made his a** meet him
Have to pay for them words like a rap feature
Draco with the long nose, look like an anteater
Fendi prints, put the F's on her like a gas meter
Bag touch, I'm pa**in' out F's like a mad teacher
Say she want me and Tay B, we gon' tagteam her
Ayy, told Dugg to bring 42, she want four too
This little sh*t these n***as signin' for, we gon' blow through
Y'all n***as trippin' over hoes, that's what we don't do
Arguing with your b*t*h every day is what you go through
On the phone beggin' for her back, on your cryin' sh*t
Gave you a lil' trophy, one year, on my Kawhi sh*t
You like Curry shootin' from the three, you can't buy a brick
She said she ain't f**k me, she a lyin' b*t*h
Yeah, and she be suckin' d**k (Rat)
Five hours to the K, she a f**kin' trip
Nine hours to the ten, we gon' f**k again
High-fivin' with my mans, you can f**k her friend
I might up a couple hundred, what's a f**kin' Benz?
Rose and light AP, n***a, one-of-one (Duh)
B*t*hes call me Calipari, I know one-and-dones
And we ain't thinkin' 'bout your n***a, he a f**kin' bum
Huh, n***a cappin' like he one of us
B*t*h, I'm sittin' on racks like a honey bun
You sound dumb as f**k, you think we ain't bring them drums with us
One on ones, in here punchin' up like an uppercut
Yeah, every n***a on this f**kin' song been a hundred up
I'ma be up a half a mil' when the summer up
I know these n***as sick, they can't stomach us
Your b*t*h suck me out my skin like a tummy tuck
Can't none of y'all lil' n***as f**k with me (At all)
I ain't payin' the ho for nothin', she a f**kin' freak
Left wrist, right wrist four thousand a piece
Probably hit his baby mama, he got a problem with me
Heard I hit a n***a sister, that was all facts
Played Bape in '18, now we off that
Sell dope and chase dreams, we don't all rap
Naw, n***a, we don't all rap
Heard I hit a n***a mama, that was real sh*t
Lost five hundred thousand, but I'm still lit (Turnt)
I ain't pourin' Belvedere, I'm pourin' real Cris'
Only real n***as feel this
