Por Favor

Undefined

Huh, ayy, huh, ayy

Wouldn't trip on a bitch if I was OT

He ain't make it to the ER, left him OV

All this Off-White on, I might OD

I done threw the white lows on, I got coke feet

Forty-thousand on me, finna get a four for four

Spanish clerk and she cold, hit her with the por favor

Had the Glock up in school, you could catch me horsing dorks

.223s got the Holy Ghost, we'll send 'em towards the Lord

The opps, they'll never win, they the Clippers now

I just scammed a dumb white boy, I'm a nigg er now?

They got him gassed up, huh, boy think he Hitler now

I just want the neck, old bitch think I miss her now

I was out in Cali tripping, fuck around, got sunburned

Cut into thе lil' bitch like, "How the fuck that tongue work?"

Bеfore I pay for the shit, I gotta try a punch first

Granny smacked the shit out me, I spent thirteen on one shirt

Ran it up in Tennessee, I think I pulled a groin or something

You ain't sucking dick or balls? Better [?

I could probably win a split decision, how I score with punches

If you see me, I'm with BabyTron, that ain't Dora cousin

If I see an opp with the chop, I'ma boink his shit

If he think he got the plug or something, I'ma yoink his shit

At this point, I walk up into Saks and I point at shit

Spike walkers with the glitter, on some flamboyant shit

I think the opps practice homosexuality

'Cause they be dick sucking, I don't know why them niggas mad at me

At the set fucking up the cheese, I'm a cavity

Bitch, I'm up-up, I do not believe in gravity

Bitch called me white boy, had to fuck her with some rhythm

Why my white-ass granny always fucking up some chicken?

New fridge dispense Wock', got me slumped up in the kitchen

Going eighty in the 'Hawk, damn, my stomach got to flipping

Trackhawks, Track.2s, Balenciaga track shoes

Bitch little, ass fat, I like 'em with the tattoos

I done made her cat ooze when I made the 'Cat zoom

Unkie out there playing with them bricks like how Shaq do

Tryna be Kung Fu Panda? There's the bamboo

This motherfucker fucks up houses, ask his last roof

You better not play your last song, you'd get your ass booed

Been a motherfucking skywalker, you can ask Luke

I can kick his ass with it 'cause the chop got a leg on it

Bitch, when I whip this motherfucker out, put yo head on it

Funny how we caught him in his Charger, left him dead on it

Bro really cut with that Glock, he done bled on it

You thinking 'bout that lil' bitch, she thinking 'bout me

Bitch, I'm thinking 'bout the money, that's the thing about me

You could be a Hungry Howie, still wouldn't think about cheese

Why the fuck all summer I was thinking 'bout sleeves?

Mama said get a job, I was thinking 'bout Steve

Kinda wanna get a Porsche, I be thinking 'bout speed

It's a button in this fucker, I ain't thinking 'bout keys

In that rusty-ass Honda, boy thinking that he Dee

Mask on, not 'cause Corona, this bitch breath stank

If the flash hit him, he gon' have to get a x-ray

Cool kid stunting on 'em, throw me in the X-Games

Roman Reigns chop, do a move and watch his neck break

Feel like Elvis with the Loubs on, I'm a flashy fuck

Smack for some jacks then I go and pick the package up

He got hit up top with the chop, he should've Daffy Ducked

Sick this two man playin' like we ain't actually us