SQUARE UP

[Intro: .idk.] Uh Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh Woah, woah, woah, uh [Pre-Chorus: .idk.] I might hop out and EuroStep all on your heart These bitches is thinking they ballin' with me Look, my future is bright, so don't play no parts In wasting my time, my time ain't cheap They was sleeping like Z, Z, Z, now I'm like, "See, see, see" I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like CP3, uh [Chorus: .idk.] Square up Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja Cat That's what I think, I don't know the cat She wanna know, wanna see where it's at Fuck me, no going back [Verse 1: .idk.] I got that dick that'll mess up your life Girl, banging with me is gon' come with a price You know some of these niggas is married and lie But I come with that dick that don't come with no wife You keep throwing it back, ain't no throwing no rice I keep giving you game, I ain't taking advice If it's love in the air, I just throw up the kite Then I bring my ass back if we run outta line [Pre-Chorus: .idk.] Said I hop out and EuroStep all on your heart If you bitches is thinking you ballin' on me Look, my future is bright so I don't want no parts In no negative time, bitch, my time isn't cheap They was sleeping like Z, Z, Z, now I'm like, "See, see, see" I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like— [Chorus: .idk.] I hit the pussy like square up (Beat it up) Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja, baby That's what I think, I don't know the baby She wanna see wanna know where it's at You fuck me, ain't going back [Bridge: .idk. & Juicy J] Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (Yeah, ho) Bitch, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho) I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (Yeah, ho) Bitch, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho) I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (Yeah, ho) Bitch, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho) I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (Yeah, ho) (Yeah, yessir) [Verse 2: Juicy J] Bad lil' bitch from the 'Gram Head good, she might get a gift Say she a ride or die I said, "Good, bitch, ride in the Lyft" She can't wait to get a piece of me I tell her get all she can eat She ain't never made the honor roll All I see is them double-Ds Baby girl lowkey deserve a trophy How she chewing on the wood with no teeth How she make a tidal wave with both cheeks Woo, I might OD Rich nigga, know that's a fact Got your ho, now you know that's a wrap You keep calling tryna know where she at I fuck her once, she ain't going back [Chorus: .idk.] Square up Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja Cat That's what I think, I don't know the cat She wanna know, wanna see where it's at Fuck me, no going back [Outro: .idk.] She said she getting tired of the average dick [?] She said she getting tired of the average dick [?]