Boutique

Yeah Uh huh If ya choppa aint loaded Why the f*ck you slide fo' I know you ain't got one, but my shotgun made a side door Suicide that bitch, at the boutique poppin wigs Imma get ya stash, buy my bitch new tits offa lick Wifey Bout to be draped in icy ivy Direct a sex tape like we Spike Lee Tell em choke cuz I'm Clutch like Reggie Yall need an extra eye, shoutout to Fetty I-I-I been the champ, just need my confetti I won't sweat you, don't matter if you sweat me Got the beam he can't carry cuz it's heavy Lil hoe we scary, think very Made it out the mud Boy, boy, boy, barely Imma get a rat, this isn't Tom and Jerry A little cash, a little drugs, typical to carry Walk in tell her buy the whole wall (why) ball This a lick bitch, we ain't even payin' for the haul Take the register, we need gas in the car Take the orange pill, we ain't stoppin' til tomorrow We ain't stoppin' til tomorrow Take the orange pill-ill