Outside with three hoes Go ahead, call my b***h Matching chrome heart fits I don’t wanna talk just run my shit Yea I don’t wan’ talk I don’t wanna talk bae run them lips Yea Soon as I get back home let’s blitz Shit getting scary Seen him in person he ain’t have the rackets the hoes or the chain guess the whole gang be sharing Swear I don’t recognize half of these niggas unless they be capping like Perry Bro got a stick with a drum like a Tom for a nigga who feeling like a Jerry That p***y fit me so tight Feel like it’s skinny jeans Call her amiri F**k me and f**k what you heard Ok let’s f**k in the mirror I wanna f**k like we married She popping percs like they nerds Gas from Vancouver in Paris I hit the jeweller from Europe You gon feel sick don’t compare it I know you heard my lil track I’m a problem child baby don’t have me embarrassed I had to stiff arm the bouncer to get In the club give a f**k if you carry I just went bugs bunny on this lil b***h VVS with the carats Had to go last four lines in a drought this a cup imma cherish Promise it’s all in the wrist Yeah I got some sports centre clips Yeah We going harder than them Yeah First quarter hop off the bench Yeah I gotta ball out the gym Yeah Drew up the play for the win Yeah Threw up a rack with a flick Yeah Yeah yeah West side I’m keeping it trill Yeah Business expense for a meal Yeah I told the label a mill for me I was just keeping it real Yeah I was just up in the hills Okay Two hoes wearing nothing but heels I woke up to this man that’s just how I live so what? Outside with three hoes Go ahead, call my b***h Matching chrome heart fits I don’t wanna talk just run my shit Yea I don’t wan’ talk I don’t wanna talk bae run them lips Yea Soon as I get back home let’s blitz (Kwazii)