CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Geeked

Yeah, reportin' live from the northside of litty city
You f**k my b*t*h, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherf**king platoon, n***a
Gang
(Bangladesh)
Ugh

Three bad b*t*hes, f**kin' on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich n***a, I'm in my robe
f**kin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
f**k all that trollin, this hip-hop, woah
n***a play wit me, gon' get shot (Brrt)
Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no
We got them bricks in a drought
I call the play and they hittin' the route
This life I'm living be trippin' me out 'cause I just let a famous b*t*h spit in my mouth (Ew)
I'ma buy a Birkin for a project b*t*h
Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that sh*t
Ass all fat, tell her pop that sh*t like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Every red bottom, know I got that sh*t
Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates (Emirates)
Only fly 'em out if they with the sh*ts
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)