Yeah
One, one
Yeah (she wanna sit on my lap)
Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap
(You think you know me)
She wanna sit on my lap, yeah
She wanna sit on my lap (da-damn, Peggy)
She wanna sit on my lap (what? Hahahahaha, what? Ayy)
Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap, yeah
(Like three donuts)
(For real, though, what, what we orderin'?
(What food we gettin')
(What you wanna do?)
Fuck Postmates
Ayy, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, what, what, what, uh, what (look man), yeah
♪
I need all (let's get it)
I need all my bitches same color as Drake
If they not, then they getting rocked
Put that Pyrex in the pot
I don't give a fuck if you out there in the 6
Suck a dick, pussy boy you getting hit with the (woo)
And I'm really with the shits, so you not gon' take my hits
Break my heart while I break your bitch
Two black cards let me cloak my wrist
Fuck a diss, boy, I'm draggin bodies like it's Metal Gear
I don't care bout your fuckin' status, Peggy got no fear
♪
Jugg and I come with them bands, ayy
Gun do not come with no plan, ayy
Keep a Kimber at the pad, ayy
Crackers never get a pass, wait
Credit like my name was Chad, ayy
Watch who you fucking tag babe
Okay, get your demo out my face
Shawty, tryna give that dick to Kelly Conway
Pull my case, boy, I beat that shit like Lennon beat his bae
Young O'Shea (young Ice Cube on the map)
I need a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town
You talking shit, I'm talking shit, you catch a beat down
I know you never in the hood or in the streets now
And still I'm hearing that you really want some beef now?
Bruh, take your tree out my backwood
Made the beat 'cause I'm that good
Got your girl on her hands, Johnny 5 with the cans
Fuck a blog, fuck a fan, hope my record get panned
'Least I made you niggas dance, fuck 12 nigga, stamp
Oh, your body, oh, you got it
On my body, my body, on my body
Oh, your body, oh, you got it
♪
(Hit it)