[Intro]
f*cked your baby mama, yeah (Oh yeah), that's your B.M (Smut)
You be all on fake accounts (She eat), you be creepin’ (What?)
Your name—
[Interlude]
Aye, I got that sh*t right now
Run that sh*t back, got that sh*t right now, hold up
Right now, right now right now right now
Hahahaha, haha
Jah, and you know that, boy!
[Chorus]
f*cked your baby mama, yeah (Oh yeah), that's your B.M (Smut)
You be all on fake accounts (She eat), you be creepin' (What?)
Your name in her bio, yeah (Yurr), she in my DM (Aye)
n*gga say he get around, but we don’t see him (That n*gga goofy)
He a lame (He a lame), he a goofy (That n*gga goofy)
Yeah, his b*tch bad (Bad), but she choosy (That b*tch is choosy)
Hit a stain (What?), he loopy (Aye, aye)
Thought that you could cuff her but that b*tch is just a groupie
[Verse 1]
Bad lil' Cuban mami, met that b*tch in 1-0 (Uh)
Took her to the movies, it turned out she was a free hoe (Free hoe)
Tried to sit her in the front but that b*tch want straight to the back row
I tried to watch the f*cking movie but that b*tch was tryna deep-throat
Oh sh*t, she on "go" mode, she spicy like adobo (Uh)
She eat me up so good, I was tryna take a photo
I put the f*cking flash on (Flash), she cool with the flash on (Flash)
She told me I could finish on anything but her fashion
I'm like "Whoa, whoa, whoa", n*ggas co-o-old (Whoa)
You was popping last year, where did you go-o-o? (Whoa)
[Break]
Whoa, whoa, hold up, wait, wait, wait
Where these n*ggas went though?
Y'all n*ggas is cold, y'all n*ggas is ice cold
f*ck outta here n*gga, f*ck
[Chorus]
f*cked your baby mama, yeah (Oh yeah), that's your B.M (Smut)
You be all on fake accounts (She eat), you be creepin' (What?)
Your name in her bio, yeah (Yurr), she in my DM (Aye)
n*gga say he get around, but we don't see him (That n*gga goofy)
He a lame (He a lame), he a goofy (That n*gga goofy)
Yeah, his b*tch bad (Bad), but she choosy (That b*tch is choosy)
Hit a stain (What?), he loopy (Aye, aye)
Thought that you could cuff her but that b*tch is just a groupie
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I’m living so fast (Fast), like I’m doing the dash (Dash)
I been in my bag (Bag), I been on the road (Road)
I been with the bros (Bros), and ducking your hoe (Hoe)
But once I get back (Back), I put di*k in her back (Back)
That sh*t get you mad, that sh*t get you sad
'Cause I f*ck her like, that, that, that, that
She got no respect, n*gga, my di*k in her neck, n*gga
Then she go right back to you and kiss you on your lips, n*gga
n*gga you’s a b*tch, n*gga, a walking lick, n*gga
You buy that little b*tch designer, she sucking my di*k, n*gga
[Chorus]
f*cked your baby mama, yeah (Oh yeah), that's your B.M (Smut)
You be all on fake accounts (She eat), you be creepin' (What?)
Your name in her bio, yeah (Yurr), she in my DM (Aye)
n*gga say he get around, but we don't see him (That n*gga goofy)
He a lame (He a lame), he a goofy (That n*gga goofy)
Yeah, his b*tch bad (Bad), but she choosy (That b*tch is choosy)
Hit a stain (What?), he loopy (Aye, aye)
Thought that you could cuff her but that b*tch is just a groupie
[Outro]
Jah, and you know that, boy!
My n*gga Jah on the beat, get these b*tches on they feet!
Jah stop hitting the Rose, keep the b*tches real cozy!
My n*gga Don with the cannon, you get that cannon, it grows like spandex!
n*ggas dream — yo, yo, chill, my n*gga, oh!
Yo, that’s hard
My n*gga ch—ah!