[Part I: I Can Tell]
[Intro]
(We in this—, ro-ro—)
(Rockin' with, rockin' with—)
Woo-hoo, say what?
Ha (Woo-hoo), ha, hahaha (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
I can tell that that boy a dub by the way that he stack (Pussy)
I can tell that that boy a dub by the way that he stack (What? Say what?)
[Chorus]
I can tell, that boy, he a dub (Woo-hoo) by the way that he stack (Blitt, say what?)
She gon' ride this dick like her fuckin' tires flat (Woo-hoo, blatt, hoo, woo-hoo)
Nigga ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I got a fire, nigga get whacked, bitch (Talk 'bout, talk 'bout)
Nigga wanna play, shawty gon' die, I keep a strap, bitch (Say what?)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I keep that blick, it make him dance (Okay, okay)
It's a new world order in this bitch, I'm the man (Woo-hoo, say what?)
She know that I'm rich, I beat this ho 'cause I can (Woo-hoo)
Finna drop this shit, I'm not servin' folks, shawty, I ain't playin' (What? Say what? What?)
I don't give a fuck 'bout labels (What? Fuck)
I don't give a fuck 'bout labels (What? Woo-woo)
I done get rich on Geoff (Say what?), I had to turn them tables (On God)
Shit, I'm havin' too many thots (And what? Woo-hoo), I done turned to a player (Nigga, what? Woo)
I pull up to L.A., I run this shit (To L.A.), I run this bitch like thе mayor (What?)
[Chorus]
I can tell, that boy, he a dub (Woo-hoo) by the way that hе stack (Blitt, say what?)
She gon' ride this dick like her fuckin' tires flat (Woo-hoo, blatt, woo-hoo)
Nigga ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I got a fire, nigga get whacked, bitch (Talk 'bout, talk 'bout)
Nigga wanna play, shawty gon' die, I keep a strap, bitch (Say what?)
[Verse 2]
I called my label early, I woke up, bitch, I'm pissed (Bitch, I'm paid)
I been pullin' in all these Dracos, bullets hit like piss (What? What?)
I got mental illness, I do these drugs, I ain't even sick (What? Drugs)
Good Converse's, leopard print, yeah, she love my fit (What?)
She love it, she love it, she love it, she lovin' it, lovin' it (What?)
I only been here, in it for a year, bitch (Woo-hoo), I'm still runnin' it, hold up
I only been in this shit for a year, bitch, and I'm runnin' it, woah
I done took off on these niggas, I'm in the sky, just like a comet
[Outro]
Ha, ha (Woo-woo)
Ha (Woo), ha
What? Haha
Let's go, hahaha, let's go
Let's go
Say what?
[Part II: Pose]
[Intro]
(We in this—, ro-ro—)
(Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)
Mhm
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm on the phone with my ex, yeah (Got a motherfuckin' rich chain)
I put her pussy in a picture, then pose (Nigga, ice)
I take a trip, bring the camera when you pose
[Chorus]
I'm fuckin' your bitch, then strike me a pose (Say what? Nigga, a pose)
I get this Chrome (Woo-hoo), this shit for the low (This shit for the low, woo-hoo)
And these niggas broke (What? What?), they act like I'm po' (What? Act like I'm po')
I'm fuckin' your bitch (Bitch, boop-boop-boop), she ridin' me slow (Say what?), woah (Shit, ya dig?)
I be on my shit (Yee, yee), I don't like to post (Yee), no
[Verse 1]
I don't do social media (What? Nigga, what?), I don't do social media (No, never)
I been pushin' this Peter (Pushin' P), on God, I'm pushin' this Peter (Pushin' P)
I got a choppa on me (Say what? What?), that bitch sing like Aaliyah (Say what? What? Boop-boop-boop-boop)
You tryna play with my homie? (Blitt, blitt), make you meet your maker (What?)
I got me and you got me (You got me, you got me)
I like pussy (Eugh, eugh, eugh), I'm a pussy king (Eugh, eugh, pussy king)
We hop on these jets and we flyin' (Ra-ra-racks), yeah
She suck so much, think she got mileage (Yee, yee, nigga, what?)
Ayy, play with my brother, now you dyin' (Pushin' P)
Ayy, I slide for my brother, on God, I ain't lyin' (I slide— I slide for my brother)
Ayy, I'm playin' your bitch right, just like a violin (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, I'm makin' these hits and I ain't even tryin' (Nigga, what? What? What?)
[Chorus]
I'm fuckin' your bitch, then strike me a pose (Say what? Nigga, a pose)
I get this Chrome (Woo-hoo), this shit for the low (This shit for the low, woo-hoo)
And these niggas broke (What? What?), they act like I'm po' (What? Act like I'm po')
I'm fuckin' your bitch (Bitch, boop-boop-boop), she ridin' me slow (Say what?), woah (Shit, ya dig?)
I be on my shit (Yee, yee), I don't like to post (Yee), no
[Verse 2]
Fuck your ho up in her house and, yeah, she OD (What? What?)
This semi-automatic (What? What?) it might blick, you fool (Bee)
My cars are worth a lot of money, Bentley coupe (Say what?)
I told Mercury, "I need me a milli', dude" (A milli', a milli', a milli')
I'm poppin' this X, yeah, I'm poppin' this X and I eat like it's food (Poppin' it)
I'm poppin' these pills, I'm poppin' these pills, I eat like it's food (Pills)
I'm bangin' the Blood, I'm bangin' this Blood shit, SuWoo (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
He suwoo, he can't run no more, yeah, he's out of the loop (Bitch, bitch)
[Outro]
(We in this—, ro-ro—)
(Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)
Blatt, blatt, blatt
He's out of the loop (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm bangin' this red, bitch, SuWoo (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm bangin' this red, bitch, SuWoo (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm bangin' this red, bitch, SuWoo (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
(Blatt, blatt, I'm bangin' this red, bitch, SuWoo)
