Cute Bitch

[Intro]
Dress her ass in new stuff
And my lil' boo a lil' cute some' (Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex)
Ridin' with the new truck
Ride it like I knew—
Huh? Uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round town with my lil' boo, she a cute some'
Say she like new stuff, told her ass, "Boot up"
Keep a hothead shooter, he'll shoot some'
It's suicide you fuck with us, nigga, lace your boots up
You know what we came here for, hands up (Give it up)
We can still get them bales to you like a mail truck (Yuh)
If you think it's only rap, you can get fanned up (Dah)
I been shootin' shit before rap, don't get fanned up (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Last song I wrote, didn't even like it (Fuck it)
Told that bitch I want all throat or she can hike it (Suck it)
Hit the block with all jabs like I'm Mike Tyson (Huh)
Glock hold thirty, you can hold half, don't do the fightin'
Bad bitch, she a trip, though
Call me when the rent's due
Or when she want Chanel shoes
Trap, no Lou Jitsu
Whip it, flip it, whip it, bag it
Sack it, whip it, whip it, flip it
Ridin' 'round town with the cutta tryna mow a nigga
You ain't talkin' money to a nigga, you a foreign nigga
I'ma die a hood legend, I'm a dope dealer
On my way to pick your lil' boo up
Say she love new stuff
Told that bitch to boot up, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round town with my lil' boo, she a cute some'
Say she like new stuff, told her ass, "Boot up"
Keep a hothead shooter, he'll shoot some'
It's suicide you fuck with us, nigga, lace your boots up
You know what we came here for, hands up (Give it up)
We can still get them bales to you like a mail truck (Yuh)
If you think it's only rap, you can get fanned up (Dah)
I been shootin' shit before rap, don't get fanned up (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I just copped twenty pounds I ain't get no front for (Bitch)
[?] Chanel [?] and I spent them honchos (Huh)
I just left Saks, sellin' mids off the sack (Uh, yeah)
Molly got me locked jaw
Baby, suck it, lockjaw
Hell nah, this ain't no Hip-Hop, all I spit is Ziploc
My bricks on that drrt-doo Glock, I keep it like I'm cuffin' her
Grew up with them killers, them real niggas, and they ridin' with me
All I did was flood the ho three-six and then fucked over three-sixty
My lil' boo, she a cute some', dress her ass in new stuff
Ride it like a Uber, ride it like a new truck
Baby, I can put you on water like a scuba
Pay to get her boobs done, make her ass boot up (Uh, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round town with my lil' boo, she a cute some'
Say she like new stuff, told her ass, "Boot up"
Keep a hothead shooter, he'll shoot some'
It's suicide you fuck with us, nigga, lace your boots up
You know what we came here for, hands up (Give it up)
We can still get them bales to you like a mail truck (Yuh)
If you think it's only rap, you can get fanned up (Dah)
I been shootin' shit before rap, don't get fanned up (Uh, yeah)

[Outro]
(Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex)