[Intro]
Damn Fakez, you cooking up
Yeah
[Chorus]
Put this pistol, in yo dresser bae
I ain’t stressin’, who the fuck gon’ do shit better bae
I ain’t lyin’ to you, we both know you pressure bae
Yeah, I fuck with you, my pistol in your dresser
Yeah, I get fly as fuck (Yeah)
She just tryna fuck (Right)
All that extra woofin’, shit gon’ get you lined up
(Yeah, Don’t get lined up broke ass nigga)
Yop!
[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
I done put my time in
Young, turnt, [?]
Thousand for my tag price, double if i’m flyin’ in
Boujee tryna climb in, hoes tryna dine-in
She like “What’s the stand price”
I’m like “What you tryna spend”
I think she a fein, this hoe keep lickin’ [?] like Tia Kemp
I know niggas hating, i’m still posted up like we exempt
If I show my bank, my opp gon’ kill himself, might be attempt
Valid when she [?], if she basic she might be [?]
Oh my phone be jumpin, had to throw that bitch on DND
I’m so fucking up, that birds eye view my only POV
[?]
[?]
(For real, yop!, yeah)
[Chorus]
Put this pistol, in yo dresser bae
I ain’t stressin’, who the fuck gon’ do shit better bae
I ain’t lyin’ to you, we both know you pressure bae
Yeah, I fuck with you, my pistol in your dresser
Yeah, I get fly as fuck (Yeah)
She just tryna fuck (Right)
All that extra woofin’, shit gon’ get you lined up
(Yeah, Don’t get lined up broke ass nigga)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, she like fast money
She ran into a sprinter
I barely touched the stage, she wanna fuck right out the sprinter
She pop right out the cage, for a spot, she talking [?]
If she bad, I won’t spend it
She like rack in my [?]
[Outro]
Yeah, I get fly as fuck
She just tryna fuck
All that extra woofin’, shit gon’ get you lined up
(Don’t get lined up broke ass nigga)