Lyrics
I fuck like anaconda, why you tryna buck up?
My money got way longer, do you need a close-up?
I place another comma, yeah, I always round up
My dick can cause a trauma, yeah, she want the hook-up
I'm quite a G, so I made a nun
Just one, two, three, goody tryna suck
You is a flea, nothing but a smuck
Got a degree and I'm just warmin' up
Yeah, 375, hot boy, you should keep your space
Coochie let me drive, way too big, with the rental space
Baby doin' five, sprintin' for the money, check my pace
Mommies on my line, let me tell her, "I just want the face"
Y equals MX plus B minus E, I want slop (Slop)
Make a couple hits, cha-cha
Finally, crush my crush, ain't talking 'bout pop, yeah
Dollar and my clothes, and I didn't have to shop
I might find myself through contemplation, ha
I might find my downfall from frustration, ha
I fuck like anaconda, why you tryna buck up?
My money got way longer, do you need a close-up?
I place another comma, yeah, I always round up
My dick can cause a trauma, yeah, she want the hook-up
But I'm cold and I'm hot, and that's probably why she talk
I was told that I pop and these labels gettin' blocked
Your shit old, I'm on top, and I'm sorry that you flopped
Take a photo like a thot and your shorty getting cropped
Thick chick, feel slick, want my energy, huh
Short dick, bust quick, mockumentary, huh
Lipstick, picnic, honey's all on me, huh
Big stick, nerf clip, I'ma let it scream
I might find myself through contemplation, ha
I might find my downfall from frustration, ha
I might find myself through contemplation, ha
I might find my downfall from frustration, ha
I fuck like anaconda, why you tryna buck up?
My money got way longer, do you need a close-up?
I place another comma, yeah, I always round up
My dick can cause a trauma, yeah, she want the hook-up
I'm quite a G, so I made a nun
Just one, two, three, goody tryna suck
You is a flea, nothing but a smuck
Got a degree and I'm just warmin' up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah