Yup - Blake

Ay, ay

Woof

Ay, ay

Look

Diamonds look like piss (piss)

Diamond chain on piss (piss)

Now my wrist on sick (sick)

Now my bitch real thick (thick)

Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt)

Look at they expression (spression)

Ben Frank on me too, he blue

I think he got depression

Diamonds look like water (water)

She drip drip like water (water)

Hit that bitch, don’t call her (call her)

Dodge like Charger (Charger)

Pull up then I charge her

Lil' bitch bad and bougie

Can’t dap you up, you a fuck nigga

Fuck niggas got cooties

I’ma leave they feelings hurting

Windows down on purpose

Hanging out the window, swerving

Baby Snapchat made me nervous

'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking

I swear she do the most

Boy, you talk a lot

Let’s talk about why you so broke

Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up

I’m your young dumb motherfucker

BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled?

Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait)

Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well)

Cop that pack wholesale (sale)

Mama like, «What's that smell?»

Had to move the pack out the crib that’s hell

Panoramic my whip

Hoes all on my tip

100s blue like a crip

Bust my nut… dip

Left wrist, holy moly (damn)

Fuck you niggas, we not homies

Used to have to cop the O-Z

Now a nigga need the whole thing

Pull up, then I skip

Keep it brief and quick

Tripping over a bitch

Broke niggas make me sick

No, I won’t call her

Fuck her, don’t bother

One hundred, need charger

One hundred, need charger

On fleek, yup

Bossed up, yup

Turning heads, right left

Strike a pose, yup

Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas

Pussy nigga, do you need some help

That boy there gon' need some milk

Flex on 'em, yup

Bitch I’m feeling dangerous

Wrist on fucking singing

Beat so fucking dangling

Belt so fucking hanging

Had to hit 'em back

'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa)

Niggas playing games

And they stuck in story mode

Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak)

Tell a bitch get out my face (face)

I can’t take your ass on no date (wait)

But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh)

Boy, quit tweeting, it’s okay

Little nigga all in his feelings

Can’t figure out why is it

Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh)

Had to boss up and flex up

Had to show you niggas who’s next up

Baby, quit talking, that’s extra

Just say I’d like a checkup

Why you peeking my message

Ask too many fucking questions

Send me one more text message

You gonna hate the read receptions

Why these niggas so lame

Wanna talk down on my name

Niggas thought that I was playing games

Wrist looking like Johnny Dang

Lil' boys like, you funny

Talking 'bout, you ain’t making money

Hating on me, but now I got your bitch

Ha-ha-ha, God don’t like ugly

Ha-ha, ha-ha