Released: April 5, 2016
Featuring: Lil Tracy
Songwriter: NEDARB
Producer: Smkie Smk
[Intro: NEDARB & Lil Tracy]
Check, check, sche
Shout out Ryan Gothling, fuck Ryan Gothling
Literal thots, i'm a literal thot
Ryan's a literal hoe, fuck
Hey, hey, yah, yah, yah, yah
[Verse 1: NEDARB]
I think I'm ?, cause I try'ed to stop finessing but I couldn't
Put the pressure on 'em, put the pistol on em
Thought I wouldn't (boom, boom)
Please do not tempt me hoe
Cause you know I finna go, then I lose it (I lost it)
Ride round in your whole fucking town, and I'm going Stewie
Bumpin' DJ Screw up in the coupe and now I'm feeling juicy
Finna top me than she finna fuck me, then she call me Uber
On to the best, I'm onto the next, my hoes are the best
I treat em so well, put cash in their purse, so I don't gotta flex
What you talkin' bout next, what you finna do next?
Are you talkin' 'bout money, are you talkin' to Ned?
You're in the right place if you're trynna get some bread
Move the bitch, cash the bitch, take percents
[Verse 2: Yung Bruh]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Gucci logo on my waist
Ay, ay, ay
Niggas think I'm gay, take your bitch on a date (yay)
Five-star meal, shawty eat designer steaks (ay)
It's cold outside, Burberry scarf keep my neck alive (ay)
Only designer belts keep my pant's up high (ay, ay, ay)
Two-door, swerve, two-door, swerve (ay)
Dressed in all black, I look like Toopoor's purse
Nigga's talkin' ra ra ra, my niggas we got Glocks on Glocks
[Outro: Yung Bruh]
Nigga's talkin' that ra ra ra, keep talkin' that ra ra ra
You feel me?
Check, check, sche
Shout out Ryan Gothling, fuck Ryan Gothling
Literal thots, i'm a literal thot
Ryan's a literal hoe, fuck
Hey, hey, yah, yah, yah, yah
[Verse 1: NEDARB]
I think I'm ?, cause I try'ed to stop finessing but I couldn't
Put the pressure on 'em, put the pistol on em
Thought I wouldn't (boom, boom)
Please do not tempt me hoe
Cause you know I finna go, then I lose it (I lost it)
Ride round in your whole fucking town, and I'm going Stewie
Bumpin' DJ Screw up in the coupe and now I'm feeling juicy
Finna top me than she finna fuck me, then she call me Uber
On to the best, I'm onto the next, my hoes are the best
I treat em so well, put cash in their purse, so I don't gotta flex
What you talkin' bout next, what you finna do next?
Are you talkin' 'bout money, are you talkin' to Ned?
You're in the right place if you're trynna get some bread
Move the bitch, cash the bitch, take percents
[Verse 2: Yung Bruh]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Gucci logo on my waist
Ay, ay, ay
Niggas think I'm gay, take your bitch on a date (yay)
Five-star meal, shawty eat designer steaks (ay)
It's cold outside, Burberry scarf keep my neck alive (ay)
Only designer belts keep my pant's up high (ay, ay, ay)
Two-door, swerve, two-door, swerve (ay)
Dressed in all black, I look like Toopoor's purse
Nigga's talkin' ra ra ra, my niggas we got Glocks on Glocks
[Outro: Yung Bruh]
Nigga's talkin' that ra ra ra, keep talkin' that ra ra ra
You feel me?