Fullest

Lyrics

Saucy, saucy, so damn bossy
 Pussy creaming in his coffee
 Guaranteed he 'bout to stalk me
 If he's walkie, we can't talkie, nope
 These bitches washed up, Dove soap
 They pockets on fizz, call it broke
 Poking at my ass just to make these bitches mad
 Might bag a nigga like a tote
 Fresh air going through my hair
 I don't care, bitch, I'm just ridin'
 It's that 24/7 grinding
 Now we pulling more strings than zip-lining
 Fix that "I don't wanna go back"
 Recycled moonwalk 'cause shit could get violent
 Fix that, lemme call you right back
 I'm with my side nigga
 Then put phone on silent
 'Cause I'm nobody's bae, snap out of the days
 Find your way out like you up in a maze
 Switching up niggas 'cause they like the play
 So all I do is con these niggas like Ye
 Don't know shit about me I stay low
 Got whores on me and I got hay loaves
 Ain't up on nobody payroll
 'Cause my attitude nasty like Monroe
 Tropical, tropical, tropical
 Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
 I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
 Try to clown me I'ma Ronald McDonald you, yeah
 Tropical, tropical, tropical
 Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
 I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
 Try to clown me I'ma Ronald McDonald you (Donald you)
 Clown your ass to the fullest
 Like bitch, your ass ain't the fullest
 You can't ever make me look foolish
 'Cause my bank account look the fullest
 My withdrawals be the fullest
 My withdrawals be the fullest
 The only thing you draw is them eyebrows
 And them bitches still ain't the fullest
 Raspberry timbs man, these bitches is bloody
 I don't wear Uggs man, them bitches is ugly
 Your finger empty but you call him "hubby"
 Bitch you a mother, motherfucking dummy
 You don't understand life
 You arrow chicken, get it fried
 You a broken car with no drive
 You not a you no more, you a "why?"
 Put a dot on your head like a lowercase 'I'
 Bullets hit males and females, it's bi
 High like the desert, but life never dry
 I ain't talking to no cops just tell 'em I'm shy
 Why your numbers going down like a tracklist
 I spend that money then I shit doing backflips
 We not alike so you shouldn't double tap this
 Drop my body in two seconds like I'm a baptist
 Rest in peace under my mattress
 Bitches dead to me, I'm smoking they ashes
 Niggas ain't savage
 They dick ain't even longer than they bitch lashes
 Had to bring choppers
 The tree I was under was so fucking shady
 Now money stuffing up my wallet
 So you know damn well that I'm gravy
 Tropical, tropical, tropical
 Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
 I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
 Try to clown me I'ma Ronald McDonald you, yeah
 Tropical, tropical, tropical
 Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
 I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
 Try to clown me I'ma Ronald McDonald you (Donald you)
 Clown your ass to the fullest
 Like bitch, your ass ain't the fullest
 You can't ever make me look foolish
 'Cause my bank account look the fullest
 My withdrawals be the fullest
 My withdrawals be the fullest
 The only thing you draw is them eyebrows
 And them bitches still ain't the fullest
 Tropical, tropical, tropical
 Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
 I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
 Try to clown me I'ma Ronald McDonald you, yeah
 Tropical, tropical, tropical
 Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
 I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
 Try to clown me I'ma Ronald McDonald you (Donald you)
 Clown your ass to the fullest
 Like bitch, your ass ain't the fullest
 You can't ever make me look foolish
 'Cause my bank account look the fullest
 My withdrawals be the fullest
 My withdrawals be the fullest
 The only thing you draw is them eyebrows
 And them bitches still ain't the fullest
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:38
Key
2
Tempo
130 BPM

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