Lucy Bedroque Sir Debonaire
[Intro]
If you don't f..ck with l-l-l-l-l-lost— l-lostrushi
Well then, you're just a bitch-ass trick (Hahahahahahahaha)
[Chorus]
Bustin' out my nine, yeah, I ain't playing fair (Fair, yeah)
Them gaslightin' eyes out, I ain't playing fair, uh (Yeah-yeah)
I'm a landslide, baby, I ain't playing fair, huh (Ooh)
There's no chance I'm losin', I ain't playin' fair, uh
They gon' kiss, she tryna f..ck the boy, gon' need no air (Woo)
I got kief crystals on the joint, I'm blowing air (Woo)
Pulled up to the suite, big steppers on, she call me Debonaire (Woo)
Niggas thinkin' I'm sweet? Go and try again, I'm f..ckin' raisin' hell (Yeah)
Drop these n— I'ma drop these niggas off
Bad bitch, but she ain't got any kids, she turn me on (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Cougar bitch, yeah, she ain't got any kids, mami, what's gwan?
Ruger, bitch, my shotta aimin' right at your squad (Ooh, ooh)
Boy, you know I'm sauced up, drank turn me to a monster (Ooh, ooh)
Then bring out the Mazda after like fifteen shots
I live my life a rasta, I'm smoking too much pot
Used to look like a rasta, I took my blade and chopped
Took my— took my blade and chopped (Ooh, took my blade and chopped, yeah)
[Verse]
Then I show her a boss
She called me nerdy back then, now she want me to be boss
I want some dirty Sprite, I told my boy, "Look for my cup" (My cup)
We shut 'em up for throwin' too much shade, ain't give no f—
I cannot fold, like, yeah, I cannot lose my title
Got blicks, my crawlers here, every time, they gon' slide for him
I turn the boy silent, yeah, got Medusa slides on
Got Medusa slides— got— g-g-got Medusa slides on (Woo-ooh)
[Chorus]
Bustin' out my nine, yeah, I ain't playing fair (Fair, yeah)
Them gaslightin' eyes out, I ain't playing fair, uh (Yeah-yeah)
I'm a landslide, baby, I ain't playing fair, huh (Ooh)
There's no chance I'm losin', I ain't playin' fair, uh (Yeah)
They gon' kiss, she tryna f..ck the boy, gon' need no air (Woo)
I got kief crystals on the joint, I'm blowing air (Woo)
Pulled up to the suite, big steppers on, she call me Debonaire (Woo)
Niggas thinkin' I'm sweet? Go and try again, I'm f..ckin' raisin' hell (Yeah)
Drop these n— I'ma drop these niggas off
Bad bitch, but she ain't got any kids, she turn me on (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Cougar bitch, yeah, she ain't got any kids, mami, what's gwan?
Ruger, bitch, my shotta aimin' right at your squad (Ooh, ooh)
B-boy, you know I'm sauced up, drank turn me to a monster (Ooh, ooh)
Then bring out the Mazda after like fifteen shots
I live my life a rasta, I'm smoking too much pot
Used to look like a rasta, I took my blade and chopped
Took my— took my blade and chopped
