BTSIF (feat. Abdi K)

Why the f*ck you think I'm lookin' at your ass Cause bitch that shit is fat, put it on my lap, slap, jiggle, wow Now I'm in the middle of the cat, sendin' ripples down her back I was in a pickle, now I'm back, cookin' like a griddle on the track Chicken little, put my fiddle in her crack, tried to grab a nipple, got smacked Tryna get my life clean like a Lysol wipe Off a little caffeine, I can fight all night Got a little bad queen and she tight all right And she ridin' my D like a bike all night And we f*ck all night, make love all day Shawty from the 6, from the GTA And she always callin' me about my ETA So I'm ridin' in the whip like it's GTA Why the f*ck I give a f*ck about a fuckin' hoe Let her suck until I nut then, I'ma cut and roll Cause she hotter than the water in a cup of Joe I'm in her hole while her father on the fucking phone Cause if she ain't fucking me, she fucking someone else Hoes following the cream on a paper trail I'ma focus on my cheese on my Babybel One day threesome: Sommer Ray, Katie Bell Since Sadie died, shit ain't been the same Man, I miss my dogs, Man, I miss my great Danes High school hallways, freestyle flames South end kid, gettin' higher than a plane Rollin' Mary Jane in a five gum wrapper Red in the eyes, gettin' fried like batter I divide my slice of the pie on a platter If she fine and she mine, then her mind don't matter, no Why the f*ck you think I'm lookin' at your ass This bitch, that's facts I've been whippin' round, no cap Cadillac cats, everybody know I stay strapped I keep them stacks on my back Can't turn my back on them stacks You don't got stacks to turn back to Abdi K, he got that pack They see me flip that, now they wanna trap too Why the f*ck you think I'm lookin' at your ass? cause bitch, that's fat Why the f*ck you think I'm lookin' at your ass? cause bitch, that's fat Visionary, ass so fat Hit it missionary, kill the beat, get it buried Sippin' lean, I'm impaired Off-white teeth no veneers Sippin' syrup, pop a pill Live and learn, it's your girl, not with me She get dirty, She get sturdy new bitch, call her Jersey Poppin' out with Shmurk, put em' on a shirt Droppin' off some merch, if you need that work Come and get that work, I don't sell perks but I can get you perks, my nigga come around the corner he gon' get you murked Why she thinkin' that I'm lookin' at her ass Bitch, that's facts, no cap, all ass I need to put a shit on my lap, no cap Why she thinkin' I'm lookin' at her ass? Bitch, that's facts I'm tryna go back and clap, that's facts