Bullet

[Intro]
Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy

[Chorus]
Yuh, huh, ha
Flip shit, uh, fuck it up, making 'em flip shit, uh
Yuh, huh, aye, huh
Shawty wouldn't let me hit it in the booth, aye
[?], huh, huh, huh, huh

[Post-Chorus]
Nigga, you mad, you sad, huh
Gotta go grab the bag, huh
Gotta go smack her ass, huh
Shawty gon' throw it back, huh, yeah
She got on some booty shorts, huh
She on my motherfucking [?] now, huh
Finna go fuck her like smackdown, huh

[Verse]
Up on the bed, huh
Gucci socks on, Super Saiyan, huh
I got her screaming like crazy, huh
I broke her wrist and her legs, huh (Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy)
[?] fit clean
Tesla strawberry, no whip cream
Niggas be slow 'cause they sip lean
Hit 'em up like [?]
I'ma keep, I'ma keep balling and that's on my fifty
She threw it back, I'ma grab, I'ma take this
I'm in my whip, we gon' ride 'round the city
She wanna Snap with a caption like litty
Dodge any nigga, pull up like [?]
These niggas be saying that I'm so amazing
I'm putting it in then [?]
As real as it gets [?]
Bitch, I got a jet, take it to Jamaica
These niggas upset, gotta get the cake up
[?] my flow contagious
Don't rock with y'all niggas, I'm flipping the pages
I'm hopping out rapping, I'm turning up stages
I'm [?], I'm snapping, I'm going through phases
I'm all 'bout the paper, so I gotta chase it

[Chorus]
Yuh, huh, ha
Flip shit, uh, fuck it up, making 'em flip shit, uh
Yuh, huh, aye, huh
Shawty wouldn't let me hit it in the booth, aye
[?], huh, huh, huh, huh

[Post-Chorus]
Nigga, you mad, you sad, huh
Gotta go grab the bag, huh
Gotta go smack her ass, huh
Shawty gon' throw it back, huh, yeah
She got on some booty shorts, huh
She on my motherfucking [?] now, huh
Finna go fuck her like smackdown, huh