Call my bitch up tell her bring a friend, see everyday to we is a weekend
Secret bras hold her breast up, pretty long hair with the side cut
Text my phone cuz my crib got no service, then we hit the club 20 deep in suburbans
Stacking assassinated presidents, my crew full of white girls and dirty immigrants
Who you are is irrelevant, better save it for your reverend
I get down if your pussy taste like peppermints, but before you come get it... hold up
We just trynna roll up
Hit the blunt and smoke up
Hit the club and tow up
Till we fucking throw up
Holly mother holly ghost, holly smoke shotgun'ing down your throat
Her pussy soaking for my boat, real bitches fuck with me regardless if I'm rich or broke
She said, theres something about you that makes me feel nervous, but I know we met for a reasonable purpose
See me and you Naa, we can't just be friends, now let me tell you how this story should end
Ima take you to the crib, kiss your neck a little bit, pull them panties down south
My last bitch said I'm pretty good with my mouth, I'm fucking filthy and i love a freak
I love strippers that only strip for me, but before you come get it... hold up
We just trynna roll up
Hit the blunt and smoke up
Hit the club and tow up
Till we fucking throw up
