Music : Joseph Badejo/Wisdom Mikeal Oluola/Thomas Lumpkins/Travis Flores
Uh, uh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, woah
Uh, uh
Uh, free my, free my— uh, free my bitch, huh
Huh, free my bitch, huh (Uh, pop me a Perc', got a power, uh, uh, yeah, PoWR up)
Ayy, ayy, oh
Ayy, my soulmate probably locked up, free my bitch
'Cause every ho I talk to ain't on shit
And shame on my ex, I know that lil' ho sick, huh, wait
I swear I'm way too P, uh-uh, I can't be tricked, hold up, wait
Freaky ho tryna eat me up, tryna suck my kids, hold up, huh
You can't shoot no shot on me, that bitch gon' brick, huh, wait
Love my bitches bad and bougie, super thick
But I can't find that ho, she must be locked up, free my twin, uh
Ayy, okay, **** my friend, then I'm gon' cut ya
Huh, you and your friend be on some stupid shit, y'all Dumb and Dumber, huh
But I kind of like that ho, okay, okay, I just might **** ya
Huh, 'fore I do that shit, gotta watch out, huh, gotta wear that rubber
Uh, I told you all my confessions and you played me out like USHER
Bitch, I ain't trippin' on shit, not a goddamn thing, I'ma find me another, huh
I think the ho must've forgot I'm way too trim every day like summer, huh
My new bitch so bad, she Vogue bad, they put her on the cover
Ayy, hmm, beat on the box like DJ Mustard
It's a goddamn shame, your nigga so lame, your nigga a sucker
She can't forget me, I put Givenchy all in her ear like a cluster
Huh, I know she miss me, she puttin' Fenty all my sheets and my covers
Ayy, my soulmate probably locked up, free my bitch
'Cause every ho I talk to ain't on shit, huh
And shame on my ex, I know that lil' ho sick, huh, wait
I swear I'm way too P, uh-uh, I can't be tricked, hold up, wait
Freaky ho tryna eat me up, tryna suck my kids, hold up, huh
You can't shoot no shot on me, that bitch gon' brick, wait
Love my bitches bad and bougie, super thick
But I can't find that ho, she must be locked up, free my twin, uh
(W-woah, woah) My bitch come from Bali, huh (Woah)
My weed come from Cali, woah (Woah)
I couldn't fight me off too quick, but I am not from Tally
I hit a fan way too quick, won't add her to my tally
Just send her to my telly
Huh, I got on Chanel, you smell me, huh
I make hoes sing like Nelly
Threw her up from The Wiz, you feel me?
Threw a B on the front, nigga, bill me
Ayy, put a K on his name, niggas kill me
Young nigga got everything on (Yeah)
I don't even need anything for
From the trenches, not nan' chain tucked
Ayy, huh, if I don't get paid, it's a no
Hmm, if you wanna get paid, you can go
Woah, I'm way too P, but shit too easy, I never played with a ho
Mm, don't cuff me, I love my freedom
I got reasons, you know? I got options, you know?
Ayy, my soulmate probably locked up, free my bitch
'Cause every ho I talk to ain't on shit
And shame on my ex, I know that lil' ho sick, huh, wait
I swear I'm way too P, uh-uh, I can't be tricked, hold up, wait
Freaky ho tryna eat me up, tryna suck my kids, hold up, huh
You can't shoot no shot on me, that bitch gon' brick, huh, wait
Love my bitches bad and bougie, super thick
But I can't find that ho, she must be locked up, free my twin, uh