Bitch, I’m back and it’s up, PSA (Woah, woah)I’m too fleek to take off all my shit at TSA (Fleek)I know we met today but I’ma need that shit today (Straight up)Might go extra-extra just so I could see they face (Hit-Boy, straight up, damn)Keep Xs and Os and interchange, yeah (Ooh)Hit three in a row, that’s just a gameBig rings in a row all down my fingers (Ooh)I can’t even hold my baggage claimTryna snatch you home, my Lithuania (Ooh, oh)Pats, do you mine? (Yeah) One of a kindGet you to sign (To sign), I took the fine (Yeah)Mulholland Drive (Skirt), I hesitate and weaveAnd hit that line, I hit more, say the least (It’s lit)Got to stacks to side, keep that for bro and peepsWith all the rhymes (Straight up), risk itAnd a nigga tell you risqué, lil’ hoes keep tryin’By the end of the day, my Ms gettin’ wiredMy own rims for every time we tried (Yeah)I’m sensei, senseless, same timeTwo drank, two cups poured upI’m insanely down, slowed up(She built round, butt bubbled up)Don’t inflame me now, go nutsI keep flame right by my gutsIt was out but now its tuckedKnow back home they proud of us right nowBitch, I’m back and it’s up, PSA (Woah, woah)I’m too fleek to take off all my shit at TSA (Fleek)I know we met today but I’ma need that shit today (Straight up)Might go extra-extra just so I could see they face (Hit-Boy, straight up, damn)
Keep Xs and Os and interchange, yeah (Ooh)Hit three in a row, that’s just a gameBig rings in a row all down my fingers (Ooh)I can’t even hold my baggage claimTryna snatch you home, my Lithuania (Ooh, oh)(Psycho, woah, woah)Lil’ bitch, don’t talk to me like I’m not me (No)Graveyard, up late, shit, I’m with the zombies (Up)Goin’ insane, hard to containCan’t miss a beat, my heart is not the sameYou know it’s flame if I’m in this ho with ScottieLong list of problems, long list of blessingsMaking sure the first one never out, weight the second, yeahMilitary with the tactics, multi-million, multi-facetShe like Prince and Michael JacksonPurple Rain and mirrors dancin’Savage Fenty matching with the lingerie socksDidn’t know they made them ’til I took ’em off and I poppedHer mama sixty but look twenty-nine and that’s a great signCould take over any tri-state without even tryingAnd I’m prayin’ for my exes and my enemies (Straight up)‘Cause they got’ need all the help they can get if it isn’t me (I swear)Success is a chain reaction, I’m the fuckin’ missing linkIn the world where niggas would do anything for everything, damn (Damn)Keep Xs and Os and interchange, yeah (Ooh)Hit three in a row, that’s just a gameBig rings in a row all down my fingers (Ooh)I can’t even hold my baggage claimTryna snatch you home, my Lithuania (Ooh, oh)YeahI had to reset it, my credit on venery and go ‘head and vet itI pullin’ her hair, talkin’ shit and, any, yeah, I got a lil’ fetish