I’m sipping on purple You drinking that pink like pepto (aye) That s**t’s abysmal Took a n***a b***h now she got him in the friendzone (aye) Whole time I’m in the end zone Young n***a scoring like he made it home in kickball (aye) Making hits like stick ball b**hes wanna kick it wit me just to s** my d**k off (aye) Won’t kiss her but I’ll hit raw Then I pa** her to my team like Chris Paul When you see me know I ball Like I was Fetty All this sauce you’d think I’m part spaghetti Girls rolling flowers you’d think it’s a wedding Flow colder than when you go sledding In February With a yeti From the arctic who think heat is scary You’d prolly agree if you see what bro carry One shot to yo top yo s**t pop like a cherry We pop out b**hes pop up and they staring We tryna run all these h**s like some errands I get the pack that s**t start disappearing n***as is b**hes who stay on they per-ids Damn That s**t was simple as f**k She think she get s**t from me she a cluck All she can get is this nut And maybe a side of deez nuts She definitely ain’t hitting no blunts And she damn sure ain’t touching no cups That b***h mad I do not give a f**k Chasing bags Yeah I must run it up Stacy Adams These expensive as f**k That b***h bad Imma eat her for lunch But I’m just playing tho If you can’t date her don’t taste her bro That’s just the way it go Chasing bankrolls I don’t chase no h**s