[Chorus]
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)
My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condom
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (hot)
These rappеrs two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut еvery finger for all of my bros
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
[Verse]
These new niggas weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my groin like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama
I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (yeah)
Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up
Niggas stay flexin', they bitch, I'ma look her up
Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil' bullets and thirty rounds, ready to hunt a clown
I been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember
Since when? Wintertime, man, I remember December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (woo)
So fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth
'Fore I get outta body (yeah), and I knock 'em out
[Chorus]
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (woo)
My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condom
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (hot)
These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
[Verse 2]
Knock 'em out
I bought twelve different whips like it's nothin' new
I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue
I drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (boom)
My niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (brrt)
We buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth
Fuckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (go)
I took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas
Fuck all of that, I'm the prototype
[Pre-Chorus]
Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil' bullets and thirty rounds, ready to hunt a clown
I been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember
Since when? Wintertime, man, I remember December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (woo)
So fuck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth
'Fore I get outta body (yeah), and I knock 'em out
[Chorus]
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 hotty (woo)
My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a counter
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (hot)
These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
[Outro: Lil Yachty & Draft Day]
These new niggas weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my groin like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama
I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (yeah)
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