Fantasy lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah (GotIt)
Pipe the f*ck up in this b*tch, we sippin' Wockhardt
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh
Bawskee sh*t, n*gga
Yeah, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, ooh, ooh

[Chorus]
That lil’ b*tch, she say f*ckin' is her fantasy
I say "Oh, ayy lil' b*tch, come and follow me"
Ayy, wait, ooh, don’t f*ck up my Gucci seat
Yeah (Ooh, don't f*ck up my Gucci seat)
Ayy, that lil' b*tch, she say f*ckin' is her fantasy (Okay)
I say "Oh, ayy lil' b*tch, come and follow me"
Ayy, wait, ooh, don't f*ck up my Gucci seat (Don't f*ck up my Gucci seat)
Yeah, don't f*ck up my Gucci...

[Verse]
Box logo hoodie and that b*tch Supreme
You can’t beat me, boy, this sh*t ain’t what it seem
Makin' moves in my drop, in my Jimbo jeans
That b*tch pus*y bald, just like Mr. Clean, ooh
I threw 50’s on my raptor
She squirted in my drop, so I smacked her
Slid that b*tch a rock right after
I felt like The Rock when i smashed her
Ooh, MadeinTYO a b*tch
Made his baby momma lick my di*k
And why he in my DM, talking sh*t?
Uber everywhere, your Uber gettin' hit
I pull up with the sticks
No need for drama, I don't tolerate that sh*t, b*tch
No need for choppas, I can use my four fifth
Wockhardt, OG cookies in my zip, ayy
[Chorus]
That lil' b*tch, she say f*ckin’ is her fantasy
I say "Oh, ayy lil' b*tch, come and follow me"
Ayy, wait, ooh, don't f*ck up my Gucci seat
Yeah (Ooh, don't f*ck up my Gucci seat)
Ayy, that lil' b*tch, she say f*ckin' is her fantasy (Okay)
I say "Oh, ayy lil' b*tch, come and follow me"
Ayy, wait, ooh, don't f*ck up my Gucci seat (Don't f*ck up my Gucci seat)
Yeah, don't f*ck up my Gucci seat

[Outro]
b*tch, Bawksee sh*t, n*gga, 1700, stand the f*ck up, n*gga