[Intro: LORD JAH-MONTE-OGBON]
Yeah
Ayy
Look
[Verse 1: LORD JAH-MONTE-OGBON]
Fuck with the bro, think you low, I'm informed
Right hand on the Bible and, gang, I was sworn
My brother came home, but he wasn't reformed
For me to perform, receipts gettin' torn
We fuck, watch the skyline like pavilin' porn
Tags gettin' tossed in them bags in the morn'
I'm asking the last time this dick has been worn
Ain't touch it, it's new, girl, fuck it, this you
She making umu, give no fuck what I do
Outside the trap, I be stuck in the stu
Make me buss out the blue, text the fuck outta you
Step on they necks in somе Versace boots (Okay)
She flеw from the A from the D-N-E
Got the load, me and bro at the spin-ini
Tryna fuck, bring your twin, girl, I'm EDG
On that top, on the chair, that's a DDT
In my spot, we take Cashapp and EDT
Fuck a freak, need a super ho, BDP
Slim shit, lightskin, like she Nene
Darksin shit, Doechii from TDE
[Chorus: LORD JAH-MONTE-OGBON]
In the city but I got a show to do
Got that shit on, she thought I had a photoshoot
360 spinnin' with twin in the photobooth
Got a ride in no top, she gon' blow the roof
Bitches lying on me, but you know the truth
She was in my campaign, got the voter proof
Got them Ps for 13, okay, notable
All we know is trap talk, we got quotables
[Verse 2: BbyMutha]
Blessed and highly favored, Cherry Coke is favorite flavor
But I like knocking niggas out, so please don't ask me for no favors
I can't sit up on your phone and get along, bitch, we ain't neighbors
I ain't looking for a friend, I need a Benz, I need some paper
I'm too fly to give a fuck about a maggot, I love the haters
I'm too sexy for my shirt, I'm breakin' hearts, he wanna see me later, yuh, yuh
Witchy bitches gettin' wicked, spit before I lick it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, you gets no bitches, yuh
[Chorus: LORD JAH-MONTE-OGBON]
In the city but I got a show to do
Got that shit on, she thought I had a photoshoot
360 spinnin' with twin in the photobooth
Got a ride in no top, she gon' blow the roof
Bitches lying on me, but you know the truth
She was in my campaign, got the voter proof
Got them Ps for 13, okay, notable
All we know is trap talk, we got quotables
[Verse 3: LORD JAH-MONTE-OGBON]
'Bout to drip on this bitch 'til it's soaking wet
I'm like can't teach your son how to hold a tech
'Bout to T this ho up, she don't know it yet
Baby, send a new pic for my photo deck
She too thick, it look like this shit photoshopped
Got it jumpin', I knew we would blow the spot
Think you sliding with me, I'm like, "no you not"
I just put some fine shit in a trophy spot
On the way with that A from the [?]
Are you tryna pull up and come give me that?
Send some [?], we need, like, a 50 pack
It's a lot going on, gotta hit me back
Used to be hot, now relying on me
I did not pop, bae, she lying on me
Since that shit popped they I-spying on me but not sliding on me
Niggas is not sliding
[Chorus: LORD JAH-MONTE-OGBON]
In the city but I got a show to do
Got that shit on, she thought I had a photoshoot
360 spinnin' with twin in the photobooth
Got a ride in no top, she gon' blow the roof
Bitches lying on me, but you know the truth
She was in my campaign, got the voter proof
Got them Ps for 13, okay, notable
All we know is trap talk, we got quotables
[Outro: ?]
In the city, but I got a show
We fly, got a photoshoot
Strike a pose, drop dead, let's go
Bitches lying on me, but you know the truth, you already got the proof
How notable
Trap talk, we got quotables
