What's good, J.I.K.? She, uh... Ayy, Milan, that's enough, I don't got no... Uh, she got a knockin' off noose, she gon' blow my flute Lookin' at me while I'm lookin' at you Can't be my girlfriend, but you can be my boo On the wild, wild west with a snack in my boot On the wild, wild west, wearin' chains like Roots Not goin' in the party unless it root Sellin' bros for the low while I'm rappin' in the booth Put on a Mary's, not rockin' no truth ZHD CEO gon' shoot the room I'm high off life, not takin' no shrooms Momma signed my name on the top of the moon Bad bitches only inside my room You gon' get shanked with this 921 She gon' eat me up, eat me up like gum I'ma call her hot dog, cause my meat in her bun My shoes are exclusive, I been smokin' gas pack, got pollution I don't worry about calories or gluten, no Companies take a drip, I'm sued Hit him where it hurt, then she be good Double-C her purse, 3AM in her bed, she flirt Always sayin' that she know her work, better put in work Do your chain, hang low Do it wobble to the flow CEO, he got the lights Do EV all on my top She gon' throw that ass around and she gon' throw it back some more Nigga, fuck, fuck him, Paul, fuck him, Paul, fuck him Fuck that bitch, let's go Skin naturally glow And I got two bitches, three of us, it's a trio She is thick, but she slim Hit on beat like I'm Graham Put that shit on film Hit that pussy, bim, bim Jump up in the rim, slam them bitches like I'm Tim I'm not that bitch, I am him Passed too long, I need a hem Close in the studio, you know we live She is a coupé, oh, she is not mine If you're not fuckin', you're wastin' my time You is a stupid hoe, get outta line PB, Becky O, in my Tuk-Truck With the green green, I need money like a fuckin' hoe Fuck