[Intro]
(Ginseng)
(Ayy, yeah)
(Yeah, go)
(Woah, yeah, ayy)
D—
[Verse]
D-D-Don't even gotta shoot, give that bitch to Bell
Walk in YSL, they say, "What's the smell?"
I've been kickin' shit, know that you can tell
Summrs 007, ring a bell
High up off this gas, babygirl, I'm shell
Sippin' on this lean, bae I need some help
I don't even skate, but I'm on the rail
That mean I'm on my grind, know that you can tell
My bitch down to earth like a spider
And I'm in that Spider
Shit can get lit, just like a lighter
He say he get high, babygirl, I get higher
He think he get fly, babygirl, I get flier
Off of this lean, got me movin' slow
Sippin' DJ Phat when I'm in the mode
My pockets they stay fat, fat than a hoe
Walk right up in Neiman like, "Give me those"
Tatted on my neck, it attract the hoes
She just want the sex, yeah, I'm hip, I know
And her p*ssy pink, Pepto Bismol
Get shit poppin' on the scene, like some Crisco
Smokin' on this gas like the Citgo
In this coupe, it's fast, man, that bitch go
f*ckin' on her sister, man, that kinfolk
Light up the gas with the zippo
Hit it from the back, like them dimples
f*ck in the pool, make some ripples
Now she stuck on me like she stapled
Suck me with no hands, I know you able