chorus
What's in my pockets, nigga
Cash on arrival
I command that's my title
Nigga hands on the bible, yeah yeah
She might pop it with my hands on her spinal
I got fans I'm a idol
If I smash she might go viral, uh uh
verse 1 [Zoocci Coke Dope]
Might go off or something
Might get lost or something
She so troublesome, I hit
Can't cuff, no officer
I'm ignoring her
She think that she my boss or something
Check my arsenal
I swing like playing golf or something
She's a fan but she took a chance
'Cause she heard we got bands
I get money, she with me
And she say oui like we in France
I don't wanna politic, yeah
My bitch prolly thick, yeah
I need a Prada fit yeah
These all counterfeit
chorus
Think I'm soft or sumn'
Dick in her oesophagus yeah
Nigga I'm Optimus
Niggas can't out awesome us
Niggas ask for us
Got goons that are ready to blast for us
Nigga they ask for us
You say my name that's blasphemous
verse 2 [Nasty C]
I left home and I ran it up
I got stamina
My bitch polite like Canada
My passport gang, it's tatted up
I've seen some shit like janitor
Turnt up to the maximum
You should be a couch ambassador
My ice is clear as your calendar
Fuck a officer, I'm just warming up
I be charming her
She think that I want all of her
Trynna be baby moms or something
I pose out with the condom on
Zoocci coke Ivyson shit phenomenal
Dominoes, blessings fall like dominoes
They get caught like chargers tho
This blunt look like a envelope
My grind is oh casual
Can't be weak or vulnerable
I'm un-pillow talk-able
My emotions in-audible
Get off me hoe
chorus
Might go off or something
Might get lost or something
She so troublesome
I hit, can't cuff, no officer
I'm ignoring her
She think that she my boss or something
Check my arsenal
I swing like playing golf or something
