It’s 2020 bitch stay in ya bag
It’s 2020 stay in ya bag nigga, get in ya bag
Fuck you waitin’ for?
Who all gon’ stop you?
Nigga, nobody!
Fuck it, let’s stop talkin’ ’bout it (ah)
I’m booted, this bitch made me nut off of one stroke (cap)
It’s hard to be rich and then play broke
Baby give me a bikini in a bottle
And fries and a sprite and a side of some deep throat (give me head bitch)
Oh my oh my, she fleek, one of a kind, her makeup beat (ooh)
If you gotta choose between me and someone else, pick them I’ll leave (bye)
It’s 2020 (it’s 2020), I ain’t with the bullshit (no)
I ain’t with the funny money, I got shooters with me movin’ cautious
And you had a chance with me, too bad you lost it
And I don’t need no friendship, no, I won’t force it (fuck you, I would never)
And I’m with them ootas-ootas, gutaboo-gutabow
And I don’t wanna pull out, at the same time I don’t want a child (I don’t)
‘Cause you know how these bitches be, they ain’t playin’ fair, and they playin’ real foul
And don’t got no tolerance, sugar coatin’ shit, bitch, you better pipe down
Before I run up your shit
I cop a fit and go take me a flick
And I’m in my zone, and you ain’t stoppin’ it
It’s never no action, it’s straight politics
And that was just somethin’ to afford a stick
They be throwin’ subs but ain’t tag me in shit
Watch how I pull up with a pole tucked, you son of a bitch
And I’m really on time, and you, you know (you know)
And I really be slidin’, I ain’t givin’ the media no show
This bad little bitch threw the line in
This dumb nigga he done fell for a little ho
They can’t believe it, I’m achievin’, oh, oh, oh my God
And I’m with them oota-ootas, gutaboon-gutabow
And I don’t wanna pull out, but at the same time I don’t want a child
‘Cause you know how these bitches be, they ain’t playin’ fair, and they playin’ real foul
And I don’t got no tolerance, sugar coatin’ shit, bitch, you better pipe down
And I’m catchin’ mad attention
I’m so hot that my name always trendin’ (mad hot)
I can get in my bag, I be chillin’
Barely speak what I’m thinkin’, they be stealin’
Pretty bitch, call her bad to the bone
Publix do ’em right, while she wrong
She need her a real nigga who gone run down, don’t need bro to put him on
And that’s a fact, I got them hitta-hittas on ya back
I’m with the gang, rollin’ in the pack
And I put my feelings all up into sacks
And I put my feelings all up into traps
And I’m with the squad, nigga, what you on?
My brothers gone ride, nigga, right or wrong
My fashion aggressive while a nigga calm (calm wit’ it)
While I’m calm
Y’all know how I’m comin’, Smoove’L the big four (baow)
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