Lyrics : J. Brathwaite/A. Graham/C. Small
Music : J. Brathwaite/A. Graham/C. Small
My name's Slizzy, but this bitch forgot
Run my city, they won't take my spot
**** run up, then he gon' get shot
I just ran a millie up, on God
Beat that pussy, she scream out, "No más"
Claim they real but that shit a façade
Gave me chills when I found out you lied
The nerve of you, I thought you would ride, thought you would slide
My bitch says she need a Cash App, I'ma send that like hi
I don't even wonder why, know my bitch so fly
I know she the prize, light skin, 5'5"
Nice eyes, ass on my thighs
Your bitch is good, but she is not better than mine
My bitch not friendly, don't like none of my guys
**** run up, then he gon' get shot
I just ran a millie up, on God
On God, yeah
We out in Brooklyn, turnin' up another notch
I'm Slizzy Drizzy, baby, you know how I rock
I'm doin' toasts with mimosas at the spa
I'm a stunna, I'm with C, that's on God
Your man time's up, bae, he's on the clock
I wear my Rollie upside down in the spot
That way the sixes is always on top
She said her bestie wanna get on and swap
I said, "Well, this time, I might have to—"
I said, "Well, this time, I might be a thot"
I can't tell you I'll stop
She just did a bean out in Boston, oh my
A Tesla in Texas, self-drive
A thizz on a bridge, see the city lights
Her name on the guest list, so am I
Let's go inside, aye
Okay
I'm still in the club, lookin' for love, oh no, no, nah
Done what it is, not what it was, had to switch it up
Super turned up, off two-threes, off two-threes
Better turn up, better turn up
Whoa, okay, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Somebody who loves me in the buildin'
Somebody who feels me in the buildin'
We throw fifty thou' to the ceiling
Oh yeah
I know there's somebody who loves me
Somebody who really loves me (Who loves me)
And that's all I need
Yeah