作词 : Denniko Jackson/Kodi Moody/Royce Davison
 作曲 : Denniko Jackson/Kodi Moody/Royce Davison
I'm not going anywhere Nikko
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm flexin' on my exes
New shit, she too wavy, yea
I'm in Houston, Texas touchin' on a few ladies, yeah
I can't trust a bitch, everybody fugazy, yea
I ain't text you baby, sorry, I got too lazy, yeah
In my Jeep back and forth to AutoZone (Skrr)
Sippin' lemonade but I still double up the Styrofoam
Pull up to your crib and serve you up like I work Domino's
Then I hit your bitch
She feel the **** all in her collarbon
Pull up on your bitch and turn her on just like a flashligh
She keep comin' back, she blow my dick just like a bagpip
Bitches tough on Instagram, but in person they act righ
I do this with no effort, I know these niggas mad tigh
Yeah, I'm walkin' down the strip with your bitch
Arm around her hip
Bitch talkin' shit
Put that (shh) right up on his lip (Brr, buh)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today
Woke up this morning, I might **** your bitch toda
(I might **** your bitch today
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (mother****er' tip
Leave a tip, I'm on the way, no need to trip
Told that bitch, "Come another inch", she gon' need to di
Out the spot, keep on all your clothes,
You don't need to strip
Throw that neck, you can keep the cat,
I just need the lip
She gon' ride me like a Harley, whippin' in this 'Rari
Takin' trips out to New York,
Bih watch me Milly Rock like Carti (bitch
But I can't Milly Rock,
'Cause my right hand on this Glock
No grease but a bih gon' pop,
Like click-clack, boom when I hit your top
'Cause I'm head hunting, when I hit your bitch
She comin' back just like she left something (Come here)
You niggas just talk, I don't pay no min
Like you ain't even said nothing (Like huh?)
Let's **** but we can't chop it u
'Cause I ain't no red onion (Uh uh)
My bih' get mad when she call my phone
And I hit that red button
Ooh, look like money, smell like money,
Ain't a damn stain on me (bitch I'm cold, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, fresh young nigga, bitch
I'm that nigga, ain't a damn stain on m
W-W-Walkin' down the strip with your bitch, arm around her hi
Bitch talkin' shit
Put that (shh) right up on his lip (Brr, buh)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today
Woke up this morning,
I might **** your bitch today
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip (thanks Ugly God)
And leave a tip (mother****er' tip)(thanks Ugly God
Thanks Ugly God,
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God