(Chorus)
Pipe down lil' ♥♥♥♥♥, you are not that guy, you a ♥♥♥♥♥
Me and your hoe, we are not wasting no time
She going to my crib, she going to sit on my ♥♥♥♥
Collecting checks, i am rich
Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing rick
They tryna to stop me for flakes
I'm going to cover my meat, cuz my ♥♥♥♥ stay on brick

(Verse 2)
Digbar, ♥♥♥♥ hard, what a rhyme scheme
I just took down a torta, cuz she 5'3
I don't smoke dope, keep that ♥♥♥♥ out of my sight please
I really think that ♥♥♥♥ flying, y'all high key

(Verse 3)
High key, I got my back up
You are not my mother or brother, so back up
I'm on that ♥♥♥♥, so you are going to need some backup
Make them surrendеr, they throwing their flags up

(Versе 4)
You can shake ass to this song, make it bounce
Mom used to say we got food at the house
Now i got my mom a new crib, a new house
How many bands in my bank, I lost count
How many songs did I make and toss out?
How many friends did I make it fall out?
How many years did it take to ball out?
I give her bread for they day she fall out

(Verse 5)
Oh god, spend a day with me
Most of these ♥♥♥♥♥♥ can't play with me
I always keep 20k with me
Chains on my ♥♥♥♥♥, we be role-playing slavery

(Verse 6)
Rosh on the beat, man, you know this is a bop
My bank and my wife, are my only two ops
If she on my whip, just know, I'm getting top
Rosh on the beat, so you know this is a bop (this a bop)

(Chorus)
Pipe down lil' ♥♥♥♥♥, you are not that guy, you a ♥♥♥♥♥
Me and your hoe, we are not wasting no time
She going to my crib, she going to sit on my ♥♥♥♥
Collecting checks, I am rich
Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing rick (hell no)
They tryna to stop me for flakes
I'm going to cover my meat, cuz my ♥♥♥♥ stay on brick

(Verse 7)
I'm bricked up, I'm bricked up, I'm bricked like a wall
That ain't my gut baby, that's ♥♥♥♥ and balls
A gun is way bigger, don't lie to me like that
But it's still big enough to her say my back
(Ahhh, my back)

(Verse 8)
Beat, beat, beat up her back, she get back beat
My ♥♥♥♥♥ looking ♥♥♥♥ down like he pat beat
Only a C.I just is a mass sheet
She got me saved in her phone, under fat meat

(Verse 9)
Saved in her phone under big bone
We finna see 'bout that ♥♥♥♥ when i get home (yes, yes)

(Chorus)
Pipe down lil' ♥♥♥♥♥, you are not that guy, you a ♥♥♥♥♥
Me and your hoe, we are not wasting no time
She going to my crib, she going to sit on my ♥♥♥♥ (on my ♥♥♥♥)
Collecting checks, i am rich
Designer my fit, but I'm not wearing rick (wearing rick)
They tryna to stop me for flakes
I'm going to cover my meat, cuz my ♥♥♥♥ stay on brick