Girls (Single Version)

[Intro] Yeah Already know I had to fuck with that sample, brrr-ah Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Dance in the mirror, I'm whining Calling my phone, I decline it You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it Yeah Already know I had to fuck with that sample, brrr-ah [Verse 1] Dance in the mirror, I'm whining Calling my phone, I decline it You know I'm stingy with timing, watch how I flip and rewind it Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Only pop out if I'm paid, yeah Smoking a joint no debate, yeah Talking that good conversation and only The Coven relay I talk my shit, I'm in the mood, I said "Fuck school" to get them blues Plenty to lose, I got nothing to prove Bitch you fell off when I told you the truth (God damn) New attitude now, yeah Bhubba that's a mood now, yeah Doechii on a move now, yeah Top of the view, how it look down there, I swear (God damn) [Chorus] I can give you all but what's left to me Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me (You ain't never knew me) This time you can't pull up, it's a new me You ain't got a shot to shoot (Shot to shoot), ayy You ain't got a vibe to lose (Vibe to lose) I can give you all but what's left to me Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me (You ain't never knew me) This time you can't pull up, it's a new me You ain't got a shot to shoot (Shot to shoot), ayy You ain't got a vibe to lose (Vibe to lose) [Verse 2] (Wink Wink) On my solo, dolo, rendezvous (Beaming) Taking nudes, none of them for you Body like a God, love the moon, let my Yoni charge Working way too hard, broke my heart but I brushed that off, yeah Maybe I'm just too soft (Maybe I'm just too soft), maybe I'm just too raw Baby, that's just my law Don't wanna wear no bra (Don't wanna wear no bra), don't wanna go too far (Or go too far) You gon' flip but I love the trip, invite you way too much You gon' flip if I scam again, not gon' take that loss, yeah Yeah, fuck is a line (Fuck) to all of my friends (Fuck), we always get in (Fuck) We under the age (Fuck) but they buying us Gin I'm sad and depressed, don't see none of these men I want they coke and they Hen, I got a joint in my hand He got a blunt to his lip, ew Anxious as fuck I can't sit still All out of luck if my drink spill Only throw up when I'm bottling up, I got hidden emotions I take a deep hit then I put it in motion, I'm plucking these petals and cooking up potion It's hocus, it's pocus, new focus, new pussy It's popping, I'm chosen, I knew it, I grew it, I'm fluent You doubting my music, I'm ruling supreme She wanna follow my lead, Doechii the dean Castin' a spell for this gleam Channeled my Goddess, I planted my seed Yeah, I'm that "A" fuck a plan "B" Like what he see, bet he slanging that "D" I make him, I make 'em breathe Open that door, I took a peak, he wanna leak in my sheets He's gonna sow what he reaps, give what he keeps (Yeah) [Chorus] I can give you all but what's left to me Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me (You ain't never knew me) This time you can't pull up, it's a new me You ain't got a shot to shoot (Shot to shoot), ayy You ain't got a vibe to lose (Vibe to lose) [Interlude] Yeah, you know what it is, man Don't let no one take your aura, don't let no one take your energy You feel me young Doechii? Go get 'em, man Hurry up [Verse 3] Alive at eleven, I want it at seven The city take another bitty-bitty by the day we in heaven My finger itching for that uh like a boy and a reverend I'm clairvoyant, nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it Too slick for the pigs, nigga, what's your endeavor? Tampa niggas know the lingo pussy, money and weather Yeah, we famous together, you ain't checking on me I can tell you desperate and jealous, nigga, fuck is you selling? Krankin' in my panties after school, spitting to felons If you ain't part of the city then you ain't picking your melons If you ain't pitching your business, well, then you're probably irrelevant Nigga, none of us celibate, fuck the game for the hell of it I'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me out to Montauk Plus, I'm with my nigga and you better hope his gun tucked Pussy getting wetter and it's softer than a gum drop When I'm in Atlanta I be whipping in a sun top Sorry, I be tripping, I be itching for that gun cock He ain't getting money then you worried 'bout the wrong cock Living out a bum box, now he pushing pop rocks Nigga got the block hot ever since his song flopped Blowing up, I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace Bounty on my booty, they not fucking with my race When I bring my loud, they be thinking that it's laced Bitch is getting loud, 'bout to put her in her place Do this shit for fun and you doing it for fame You a fake, you a fraud, you a flim Doechii lil' slim Cut the beat up, one take, one trim Nigga, you're a them, what? Launching my brand, I just started a what? Saved up my bands, I just bought a new what? Open my chakras, I opened my what? Staff getting bigger, should buy us a bus, huh? Nigga biting to the bone, huh? Boy you teething, suck your thumb, what? Making money from my phone, huh? Doechii finally in her zone, yeah