#idontedate

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (What, what?)
Ok, ok
Let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go (Shit)
Uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

[Verse 1]
Yuh
You ain’t amount to nothing in your whole life, damn
Hoe got me fucked up, not getting cuffed up, kicked out
She talking ‘bout holding my hand
I got a few opps tryna talking like they make big bucks
Don’t ever show no bands
Hop in the booth and this hoe getting burnt up
Punch in, punch in, Jo-Jo stand

[Bridge]
Ok, like ocho bands on the low come in
You a hoe, so damn, I don’t know your friends
Nigga opp turned bitch, [?]
Hoes always come back, I’m the Yo-Yo man
Balenci my kicks, I don’t own no Vans
That boy in a suit, ain’t no hoco dance
Got a flight to New York, I had [?] plans
Got a blade on my hip, if the .44 jam

[Verse 2]
Shit jump, MJ logo man
Dump, dump, bitch I dump fn’s
Skunk, my pack [?] like jam
[?]
Put some money on your head, like the keeper from evil within
The bitch so wet, I might need fins
I’m with my dog, yes, Jake and Finn
She wanna fuck, honestly it just depends
Bucks, I don’t save up, I just spend
Clutch, that’s every time for the win
Du-Duck, we might just spin it again
Me-Metal on me, bitch, I feel like I’m [?]
I pray to god, but every day I still sin
Don’t ask me what poke out the jeans, it’s the gen
I slide and take out your whole team with a grin

[Verse 3]
Bitch, I’m never missin’
Arp to his face now he metal-kissin’
Bitch, I clip I everything, like my metal glitchin’
He dissed me now his brother missin’, bet he won’t check the television
Umm, I zoom in this bitch, I got hella vision
Umm, she wanna be mine, but I kept the distance
Umm, I gave her that meat, I ain’t feed her chicken
With these ravens on me, and [?] better vision
Umm, switched up the racks, when I’m [?]
I don’t wanna play with this bitch no more, so I [?]
I be with bad hoes, I might get suspended
Nigga your chain so fake, [?]
[?]
I don’t unsend no text, bitch, I meant the message
Nigga’s don’t wanna see your boy get aggressive
Put my savings all over your fucking check-ins
Had to slide on my gang, that shit [?]
You ain’t talking no pay, but my in-correction
Going up with these bands, nigga, one direction
This hoe stalking my page, man she’s so obsessive
Yuh, man this hoe brain impressive
Step on these niggas, [?]
I ain’t text her back, but I write the message (Luh’ bitch)

[Verse 4]
Yuh, I’m tryna get rich, don’t wanna face time ho
Sent you a slut, I heard [?]
Ok, these niggas lame as a bitch, and they unoriginal, they take my flow
I’m moving shit like A-con ho, pop it off the back, no baseball tho
Yo’ bitch so wet, need a pair of goggles
Bitch, I got stripes, just like, “Where Is Waldo?”
[?], looking like a model
Bitch, I’m pushing speeds, holding on that throttle
And my bitch so tea, built just like a bottle
Boy these Ksubi Jen’s, you ain’t Aristotle
Bitch, I like to sing, and I do no auto
And I got that breeze, like I hit the lotto bitch
(Yeah)