Moët / Visa

[Intro]
Chu-Chu-Chuki got the sauce, bitch

[Verse 1]
TN's on the feet, yeah, I made a big switch, but I still keep AF 1's and Jordan's
I went to London, first time there
Wa-Was the first time that I fucked on a foreign
Said her deepthroat game was strong
How the-How the fuck this bitch still choking?
Glad that the pussy was good, 'cause the way she talked 'bout the head, lil' shawty was jokin'
Said she an introvert, but she let me up close from the moment her legs were open
Nigga I'm focused, said I ain't finishing first, so the bitch nigga better stop smokin'
Nigga, I'm chosen, rеally came out of the dirt and that's why they call a boy "goldеn"
Really got fucked by corona, said I'll slow down, but I'm still getting shows in Poland
Te-ten hoes in the lobby, shit like a hobby, just made a movie, Christopher Nolan
Ma-Made a bitch sing like Kelly Rowland, she off the molly, shawty rollin'
And I got hot off Harry Potter, shit blew me up like J. K. Rowling
And I got love for these hoes, but I know that my heart still frozen

[Bridge]
Keep the bitch like Mourinho, stuntin' like Evel Knievel, put it in any position
Nigga's like Shaq, got the free-throw, miss me, just like the boys online trynna diss me
Go down south on a bitch, like Texas, Houston Whitney, toxic Brittney (Just gotta be yo'self)
A nigga worldwide, but I came from the '60 (That's just what I do)
(But fuck what anybody says)

[Switch-Up]

[Interlude]
Back on my rap shit, rap shit
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Louis belt on the jeans, but the shit's still saggin' (Shit's still sag)
BnB every night, twenty hoes, I can really just pick who the baddest (I really just pick)
Tied her hair in a bun, took the boy upstairs, I could tell she a savage (Gucci Bandana)
Treat the bitch like the queen in the sheets, then the hoe got scott like Travis
Pass that hoe to the bro like Madden (It's lit)
Yeah, all of my niggas some players (Niggas some players)
I'm smokin' on purple, yellow tracky, I look like the Lakers
I don't see nobody else like us (Nah)
How the fuck could you claim you made us? (How the fuck could you claim?)
Stop hitting my mail, middle finger to all these labels (Fuck)
I cut the bullshit off like a razor (Cut, cut)
I shock the game like oh-so-hard, came in like a taser, just like a laser (Be-be-be-bew)
I'm precise when it come to the paper (Pow)
Oh, you ain't heard track number seven? It's still bye-bye, see ya later (Don't play)
Fuck a hoe where's the profit if I were to save her, yeah

[Chorus]
They want all of me
I walked through the storm, so why they stop me now?
It's been hard for me to tell you how I feel, 'cause I know you're scared to love
Yeah, and it's like every time I wake up in the mornin'
Niggas already been plottin' down on me
I realize that all that shit is not important
I keep my focus and protect my energy