Nettspend Stab
[Intro]
Slut
It's-it's-it's a— more pain
Shit
[Chorus]
I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you
I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you
I'm tryna go fishin' for a new you, uh
The way I been in the kitchen, uh
ce whippin', whippin'
Tryna find my mistress mission, uh
Thank God I'm dippin', sippin'
Rewired my whole brain, Xanax and politicin'
Don't think I'm into fashion, my mom don't like these fast whips
f..ck dope boys tryna tax it, uh, 'cause I just got my chop in
[Post-Chorus]
Duwap Kaine, pack hit, do you see my lavish? (Yeah)
Hitter music, make you mad?
She think I'ma make you mad
Back off 'fore I take a stab (Huh)
Back off, back off, then it's time
Back off, stab, take a stab
Stab, s-stab, stab (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
I signed a lizard, throw it back, huh, yeah
She suck my dick, you know the rest
Whole time they was f..ckin' plottin' like a fеd (Fed)
And I'm on a jet, I get to put up my lеgs (Slatt)
I'm listenin' to Dean Blunt, she a f..ckin' diva
'Za, yeah, the reefer, I keep her in a Bimmer
Look for me, I'll eat ya, where the f..ck my Nina?
I beat up my teacher, she said, "It's hot when you mean" (Yeah)
[Interlude]
She said, "It's hot when you mean"
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Baby)
Yeah (We in Beverly)
Yeah (We in Beverly)
Yeah (We at Beverly, it's heavenly)
Yeah (I'm in Beverly)
[Verse 2]
We in Beverly, don't talk to me (Stand up)
On your two feet, stop doin' 2C
I got so much blue cheese, she got booty, she my pookie
One day, I'll tell you, "Lose me," girl, I ain't tell you, "Choose me"
Do you miss the view at the beach?
I'll beat you once, just call on me
I know numbers ain't my thing
I just wanna fan, I just wanna fan
Close your eyes and look at me
Pass the f..ckin' blunt to me
You know that's one thing that I need
One thing that I need is for you to be next to me, hold up, I'm just jokin'
Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion
One thing that I need is for you to be next to me, hold up, I'm just jokin'
Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion
[Chorus]
I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you
I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you
I'm tryna go fishin' for a new you, uh
The way I been in the kitchen, uh
ce whippin', whippin'
Tryna find my mistress mission, uh
Thank God I'm dippin', sippin'
Rewired my whole brain, Xanax and politicin'
Don't think I'm into fashion
My mom don't like these fast whips
f..ck dope boys tryna tax it (Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in)
