Heembeezy, 310babii - Yucky

(Ayo X-9) Ay, ay, they wanna hear something Bitch, open up your ears so you hear something Bitch, throw that ass back like you feelin' nothing Lil' mommy get nasty and yucky I'll never send a bitch 'cause I'm too player I've been breakin' on hos since the sixth grade I ain't never had to need a thing but a bang bang Soon as you turn the bitch up, the bitch change Wait a minute, who the fuck is he? I'm nobody Bitch, who the fuck you think you is? I'm nobody And I ain't finna argue with no bitch, with no dollar And I ain't even have to walk him down with a bro shottie Hurry up, bitch, and choose up before you get rushed You know how I turn a bitch up, I just need a month All I need is ten and a half minutes, I'ma quick fuck Soon as a nigga jet B's, it get zipped up I always get off for the game, nigga, fuck rap Bitch been duckin' on smoke, we love that ARP with the scope, we love that Nigga, I ain't lovin' no ho, nigga, fuck that Tore her own, even wanna sex, she don't fuck back Rollin' up exotic, keep the swirls for the runs pack The way the kid ball makes pussy niggas must hack Said she got a man, but he broke, I don't trust that Fuck that, fuck that How we gon' fuck and you don't fuck back? Man, I heard that bitch burnin', don't touch that She done fucked the whole set, how you love that? Money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch Remember eatin' Ritz, now a nigga gettin' rich Cash in my pocket, all blue, shout-out Stitch Type B, throw the rock, run the streak, fuck a hitch Nigga talkin' on me, man, you sound like a bitch It's all the way you talk, man, you sound like a lick And if you fuck around, man, that's cool, I don't trip Man, there'll never be another nigga like me with shit Cash in my pocket, rubber bands, I'ma pop You just shook my hand, how the fuck is we hot? If her head game weak, that's enough to get dropped You ain't givin' up that pussy, what you mean tryna shop? Fuck that, what you mean you want a bag? Fuck that, what you mean you buyin' ass? I ain't buyin' BBLs, I ain't buyin' YSL I ain't buyin' new Chanel, you can keep that Bitch, pussy stink, what the fuck you mean, eat that? Money over bitches, I mean that, might tweet that Bad bitches in my DM sayin' eat that But I don't read that, throw the bitch to Beezy, he received that Yeah, open your ears, bitch, can you hear me? If you ain't the one next, don't get near me Ay, I got her jumping on the dick like she cheerleading And don't tell me you love me, I won't believe it And that block one more time, bitch, you better plead it Don't tote that gun if you ain't squeezing Baby, I'm a dog, it's nice to meet you Pop a Taki up, bitch, keep it a secret I been geeked up all week, don't get no sleep Shorty got that pussy to a leak, body on fleek She like when I pop the Taki up and turn into a freak Terrorizer, rich, PySide, RPG I'll risk it all for the gang, nigga, fuck rap We ain't ducking no smoke, we love that ARP with the scope, we love that Nigga, I ain't loving no ho, nigga, fuck that