Classy Bitch

[Intro: Koujas & Trapp]
Hey, yeah
She a lil' classy bitch (Perso-persona!)
She a lil' classy bitch
She a lil' classy bitch (Huh, c'mon)
She a lil' classy bitch (C'mon)
She a lil' classy bitch (Let's go)

[Chorus: Trapp]
I just walked in wit' my fire
And I'm off the drugs, I won't lie
And she sayin' she wan' be mine
Shorty bad, yeah you know she fine
Bad bitch, she know she fine
She got that classy shit, uh, she a lil' classy bitch
She got the racks and shit
Uh, she countin' the racks again
Yeah, she come to the crib
I told her to bring her friend, don't forget it
Uh, I know you tryna come to the crib
And suck on this muhfuckin' dick
I know that bitch, she bad as hell
So I'm tryna get in her ribs
I know that bitch, she mad as hell
So I'm tryna fuck on her friend

[Verse 1: 1CQuan]
Lord, forgive me for my sin
Free Fn out the pin, uh
I'm tryna go up like ten
I'm tryna go up like twenty, huh
He a opp, you don't see him wit' me
My bitch, she rock that Fendi
He don't like me, tell him come kill me
He don't like me, tell him come do me sum'
He wanna be with the crew or sum'
Huh, huh, he wanna be with the gang
Truth is, boy too lame for us
Truth is we don't play no games
Hell nah, we gon' keep it tucked
I'm wit' Trapp and Kouj
You know they never gave a fuck
Yeah, I'ma just change it up, uh
I'ma just switch the flow
If its smoke wit' me, nigga let me know
If its smoke wit' me, nigga let me know
If not then fuck out of here
Stop talkin', get popped in ya' lip
Got blues in my pocket like crip
I'm not a pimp, I don't walk wit' a limp

[Verse 2: Koujas]
Free D out the cell, my brothers won't tell
Made a play off of Zelle
I'm off the drank movin' slow like a snail
I'm keepin' it real wit' ya' love
[?] when I'm off drugs
He talk so bold but he want me to catch a slug
He said he gon' slime me then do what you do
I'm off schedule two, ya' knew
I'm wit' lil' Trapp and lil' Quan, they don't play around
You try to play wit' me they gon' hunt you down
We got F&N clip, a hunnid' rounds
She a lil' classy bitch, she got a lil' bag and shit
Prada frames, Balenci jacket
Me and my bitch bought matchin' Pateks
He try to play, this shit get drastic
Most of my slime still clutchin' on plastic
Heart eye emojis when the bands hit
Most of these boys be on fan shit
Bitch I'm too hot, need a fan quick
I can't be the shoulder that you lean on

[Chorus: Trapp]
I just walked in wit' my fire
And I'm off the drugs, I won't lie
And she sayin' she wan' be mine
Shorty bad, yeah you know she fine
Bad bitch, she know she fine
She got that classy shit, uh, she a lil' classy bitch
She got the racks and shit
Uh, she countin' the racks again
Yeah, she come to the crib
I told her to bring her friend, don't forget it
Uh, I know you tryna come to the crib
And suck on this muhfuckin' dick
I know that bitch, she bad as hell
So I'm tryna get in her ribs
I know that bitch, she mad as hell
So I'm tryna fuck on her friend