Lyrics
Za fa the high
Lows fa the low
Tell me where you want me
Could pls drop the lo
Shawty is a freak she
Go blow me like I’m blow
And I heard he flexin but
I just up tha sco
And I love a freaky bitch
She yella out the mo
She a classy lil bih
Fa me a three O Four
Real deal hoe knocker
Baby ima panty dropper
Ima stick to trappin cause
These scammers ain’t
Hit shit
Pops tol me son don’t be a coward
Graduated baby no it’s not Howard
Stood on my ten pen state
If yah movin boy you’ll never be late
I’m takin these risk that’s gone make great
The money is movin so why should I wait
Callin my plug you need to make weight
Chasin this money like I never ate
I’m callin Kp boy i got us a play
Resume tell yah that I got all As
She took it out then I go paint on her face
She wanna get slutted then she wanna lay
A **** kill me then that be the day
That be the day that bruddas go slide
My bruddas go slide then it opp genocide
Opp genocide on the beat that I glide
Droppin shit like bad habits
Who are you you got no badges
Diamond in my ear that’s karats
Lil stupid bitch want marriage
Granny keep on coookin cabbage
Drippin Louie v that fashion
I got perky pilly poppin
Baby hop on top then ride it
Za fa the high
Lows fa the low
Tell me where you want me
Could pls drop the lo
Shawty is a freak she
Go blow me like I’m blow
And I heard he flexin but
I just up tha sco
And I love a freaky bitch
She yella out the mo
She a classy lil bih
Fa me a three o four
Real deal hoe knocker
Baby ima panty dropper
Ima stick to trappin cause
These scammers ain’t
Hittin on shit
Ima stick to rappin
Cause off beats and shit I benefit
My boy he still trappin
Fuck the laws to me he been legit
What’s the difference the Fanta
Cause that purple shit I mixed it wit
Never believed in Santa
Cause my mama had to get that shit
She a three o four
But was born in that five one two
My bitch from eight three two
Love to jam
Screw bitch what it do
She a real deal hoe and
Ion care I understand it
Pussy candy smokin Cali
Shit she might just be from Cali
Slappin my bitch
I’m slappin my bitch
I Slap on her ass
Cause She likin that shit
Freaky lil bih
A freaky lil bih
She a lil ratchet she talking
Her shit
Za in the air the coupe it do drift
Nose candy baby come get you a wiff
Shoot his ahh twice that was fa Bryce
**** I told yah he thought he was stiff
Written by: Darius Davis, Sensei Flex, Tay Muletti