歌词
Hitmaka
N-n-nonstop
Yeah
I ain't f*ckin' with no thot box
Make him eat it in the droptop (skrrt)
Like she here but she not hot
Racks comin' in non-stop
Yeah, big rocks on that crop top (rocks on that crop top)
I took his bih to the chop shop, ooh
He ain't f*ckin' with no thot box
I'm gettin' top in the droptop, hmm
She high class, Henny in the wine glass
Closet full of shoes and designer bags
She got a name but everybody call her fine a$$
With that fine a$$
Ain't even gotta see her top half
Born in a foreign, she a mixed breed
Hips on parentheses
If she drives stick it's a 6 speed
Yellow in the inside, Swiss cheese
Vroom vroom in the pum pum on pooh, pooh
She got that wet wet
We gon' have the best sex
I'ma kill the kitty that's a death threat
So you can say we f*ckin' on her death bed
Wack b!tch callin', say she want her boo back
Send that n!gga home pu$$y juice on his do-rag
I ain't gotta suck d!ck for no verse
I put money on your head then put money in my purse, b!tch
N!gga slid in my DM with the blue check
Only want the blue racks, n!gga you could keep that
Make a n!gga go down, tell him eat that
Had that n!gga singin' to my pu*sy like Keith Sweat
This ain't no motherf*ckin' thot box
Pu*sy had a n!gga sweatin' like a hot box
He be searchin' for that pu*sy like Wi-Fi
Rich n!gga, eight figure, that's my type
He thought he was catfished
I looked better off of IG (my pretty ass)
Let him slurp out the box like a Hi-C
I want my bloods in that pump like an IV
Full course meal your main n!gga my side piece
Play with me, you off more than just pot smoke
N!gga thinkin' he a player he a thot though
Shawty rent late but flyin' out to Cabo (What?)
I'm just sayin' you gotta watch hoes
Got ten star credit, my pictures don't need no editin'
That work still sellin', my pu*sy ain't no comparision
He hit it once, n!gga thought I sold crack
When he hit it doggystyle grab his ***** from the back, yeah
Three G's and a blunt for the hot spot
If it ain't head, leave it red, that's a **** block
Yeah, now this thot wanna shot
Before I even get to pour up, she suckin' out the top
You don't eat it you don't beat it, I said it 'cause I mean it
Treat the pu*sy like the paper, don't let nothin' come between it
Call my box Medusa you get hard when you see it
I might put it on the app, you gotta download to stream it
Wanna beat it, wanna skeet it, spend them racks
I told him throw them hundreds if you want me throw it back
Got they face in the Phantom and get brains in the back
He said he don't be on head but we all know he cap
Now back to the track, I'm rollin' in my droptop
And my ******* sittin' pretty in my crop top
N!gga say he tryna get up in that thot box
But you be ****in' anything that walk, you got thot ****
N!gga
I ain't f*ckin' with no thot box
Make him eat it in the droptop
Like she here but she not hot
Racks comin' in non-stop
Yeah, big rocks on that crop top
I took his bih to the chop shop, ooh
He ain't f*ckin' with no thot box
I'm gettin' top in the droptop, hmm
专辑信息