LUH TEEKY

[Verse]
What?, I feel like Jordan, Carti
Yeah, I'm posted with my nigga, yeah he sippin' on wok (On wok)
On wok (On wok) on wok (On wok) on wok (On wok)
These lil' fuck internet niggas, man they gotta stop
Yeah, sippin' on that purple Sprite, countin' all these blues
How the fuck I got this money?, This shit like some Blues Clues
I got a bad bitch she got no ass, what the fuck do I choose?
Bitch nigga try to fight me knowing damn well he gon' lose
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Now he dissin' now?)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Oh now he fuckin' dissing now?)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Oh now he fuckin' dissing now?)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Oh now he fuckin' dissing now?)
Yeah, shut your mouth bitch
Yeah these niggas know that I'm filthy rich
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm filthy rich
Yeah, my hundreds blue, yeah they fuckin' stitch, yeah
Feel like I made OVO, the way I tote this drac'
I can't fuck with none of you niggas, yeah y'all all fake
I fucked all on a bad bitch, her name was Kate
That don't matter nigga, she had a lot of cake
I got hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
On hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
On hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
On hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
I got honeys on honeys on honeys on honeys
On honeys on honeys on honeys on honeys
Wipin' his nose, that shit was runny
Nigga thought that shit was funny
Niggas try to ride the wave, they don't got no surfboard
Every single day I just can't fuck the same whore
All you niggas lame, yeah y'all go through that lame door
You niggas gettin' on my nerves, niggas straight to the core
I make that block hot, I can't fuck that thot
I got this Glock, he gon' milly rock
Hide it in his sock, he gon' get it locked
Hide it in his sock, he gon' get it locked
That's my twizzy, me and that nigga tote some blickies
Every single day we gettin' paper then we shoot the city
We poppin' two percy's, and that shit like a Perc 60
Turning nothing to into something, I feel like I'm Ricky
That ho gon' hit the floor, whoa
She gon hit the woah, ho
She pull up to my show and she took off all her clothes, clothes
We shootin' otha niggas, man we uppin' up da score
Man, they feds be on our ass, they already know, know