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Huh, what
Huh, what, Yeah
Talk up louder, M-m-met a Fashion Nova model wearing designer
E-E-Every time I bring that bitch over she get louder
Girl stop asking bout the Wi-Fi, use your data
Fash-Fash-Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova
Brought that bad bitch over, bent her over
Fash-Fash-Fashion Nova, Fashion Nova
Huh
This bitch rock Off-White
I had already told her twice
Scoop your bitch in the motherf*cking whip
She gon' eat up the dick like some motherf*cking rice
And I saw that bread, then got on his head
Them niggas told me yeah just say the damn price
Bitch I'm upping the pole, I'm clutching that hoe
I shoot at your family and I might kill yo wife
Huh what, huh what
I'm up in that bitch out the car
Boy you see me yeah you better duck
Boy I'm no Irish, I don't need no luck
Glock with a dick and monkey nuts
Now you f*cked

Talk up louder, talk up louder
Talk up louder, talk up louder
Huh what, Talk up louder, Talk up louder
Huh what, talk up louder
Fash-Fash-Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what

Hell nah boy you don't want no smoke
I might break a shawty while you throw a damn tantrum
I might catch a body if I scam him through a Samsung
Find where he stay and that body caught damage
Kidnap a bitch and kill him I don't need a ransom
F*ck
Ripping his skelly look like he need bandage
I got a belt now I'm whipping like granddad
She talking bout Wipe me down girl you ain't Toosii
Sing my favorite song girl Nah I ain't Boosie
I got too many blades like I'm Freddy Krueger
Put a ReadyDot, bitch, on a Ruger
I had to mini trap out the school uh
Shit, Huh what, shit, Huh what, Huh what
She want a magic trick she my bunny
Moved out the hood cuz you all was just bummy
You was asking me always for the money
Y'all was always asking me for the dough
Y'all was always asking me for the hoes
Went from the Wills just to take over Graham
I got the whole state of power in my hand
I got a soul to take from her man
I got the shooters like it's Iran
I got the shooters boy and you ran
Whole gang strapped up heavy artillery
Get in touch, you can't, you feeling me
Going bananas cause you ain't peeling me
New whip new whip
Spin like a slave master
New Whip New Whip
You know it go faster
F*ck
F what they told me
Got Gs in my new satchel
Hella Ks Killing It
I used to take Ritalin
Switch on glock like transitioning
I ain't read the book
Cause I've known that I've written it
F*ck you and f*ck the niggas you living wit
F*ck you and f*ck the feelings you dealing
F*ck you f*ck your momma
F*ck your daddy, F*ck his daddy
F*ck your bitch with stinky panties
F*ck your dog
F*ck your cat nigga f*ck your turtle
F*ck your grandma I f*ck her in a girdle
F*ck your brother f*ck your sister
F*ck your bird f*ck the word f*ck what you heard
F*ck you and your trashy ass songs
F*ck you for thinking that I did you wrong
At the end of the day
You can suck my dick with a piece of barbed wire
She got AIDS she got burnt thong fire
Imma carry off his body off a bridge like my name Mariah

Huh, what
Huh, what
E-E-Every time I bring that bitch over she get louder
Girl stop asking bout the Wi-Fi, use your data
Fash-Fash-Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova
Every time I bring that bitch over she get louder
Girl stop asking bout the Wi-Fi, use your data
Fashion Nova

B-B-Balenciaga
Fashion Nova
Rotate the bitch, I lay it down and flip her over
When the action over
I pass her over
Hoes all on me, think I'm Casanova
Feel like Lil Uzi, finna roll my shoulders
I'm finna roll up, you can smell the odor
This ain't wocky nigga, this just soda
Ain't over show us, we about to blow up
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Huh, what
Huh, what, Yeah
Talk up louder, M-m-met a Fashion Nova model wearing designer
E-E-Every time I bring that bitch over she get louder
Girl stop asking bout the Wi-Fi, use your data
Fash-Fash-Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova
Brought that bad bitch over, bent her over
Fash-Fash-Fashion Nova, Fashion Nova
Huh
This bitch rock Off-White
I had already told her twice
Scoop your bitch in the motherf*cking whip
She gon' eat up the dick like some motherf*cking rice
And I saw that bread, then got on his head
Them niggas told me yeah just say the damn price
Bitch I'm upping the pole, I'm clutching that hoe
I shoot at your family and I might kill yo wife
Huh what, huh what
I'm up in that bitch out the car
Boy you see me yeah you better duck
Boy I'm no Irish, I don't need no luck
Glock with a dick and monkey nuts
Now you f*cked

Talk up louder, talk up louder
Talk up louder, talk up louder
Huh what, Talk up louder, Talk up louder
Huh what, talk up louder
Fash-Fash-Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what

Hell nah boy you don't want no smoke
I might break a shawty while you throw a damn tantrum
I might catch a body if I scam him through a Samsung
Find where he stay and that body caught damage
Kidnap a bitch and kill him I don't need a ransom
F*ck
Ripping his skelly look like he need bandage
I got a belt now I'm whipping like granddad
She talking bout Wipe me down girl you ain't Toosii
Sing my favorite song girl Nah I ain't Boosie
I got too many blades like I'm Freddy Krueger
Put a ReadyDot, bitch, on a Ruger
I had to mini trap out the school uh
Shit, Huh what, shit, Huh what, Huh what
She want a magic trick she my bunny
Moved out the hood cuz you all was just bummy
You was asking me always for the money
Y'all was always asking me for the dough
Y'all was always asking me for the hoes
Went from the Wills just to take over Graham
I got the whole state of power in my hand
I got a soul to take from her man
I got the shooters like it's Iran
I got the shooters boy and you ran
Whole gang strapped up heavy artillery
Get in touch, you can't, you feeling me
Going bananas cause you ain't peeling me
New whip new whip
Spin like a slave master
New Whip New Whip
You know it go faster
F*ck
F what they told me
Got Gs in my new satchel
Hella Ks Killing It
I used to take Ritalin
Switch on glock like transitioning
I ain't read the book
Cause I've known that I've written it
F*ck you and f*ck the niggas you living wit
F*ck you and f*ck the feelings you dealing
F*ck you f*ck your momma
F*ck your daddy, F*ck his daddy
F*ck your bitch with stinky panties
F*ck your dog
F*ck your cat nigga f*ck your turtle
F*ck your grandma I f*ck her in a girdle
F*ck your brother f*ck your sister
F*ck your bird f*ck the word f*ck what you heard
F*ck you and your trashy ass songs
F*ck you for thinking that I did you wrong
At the end of the day
You can suck my dick with a piece of barbed wire
She got AIDS she got burnt thong fire
Imma carry off his body off a bridge like my name Mariah

Huh, what
Huh, what
E-E-Every time I bring that bitch over she get louder
Girl stop asking bout the Wi-Fi, use your data
Fash-Fash-Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova, Huh what
Fashion Nova
Every time I bring that bitch over she get louder
Girl stop asking bout the Wi-Fi, use your data
Fashion Nova

B-B-Balenciaga
Fashion Nova
Rotate the bitch, I lay it down and flip her over
When the action over
I pass her over
Hoes all on me, think I'm Casanova
Feel like Lil Uzi, finna roll my shoulders
I'm finna roll up, you can smell the odor
This ain't wocky nigga, this just soda
Ain't over show us, we about to blow up
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Writer: shaq resendiz, jakada lea, stretch lea, carson williams
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