Turnt Tables

[Intro: DB.Boutabag]
Kids next door
Ay
Do she love me 'cause I got this whip?
Would it be the? Tables turned and I ain't have shit?
Do she love me 'cause I do big shit?
Baby would you?
Do she love me 'cause I got this whip?
Lonis

[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
Aye, do she love me 'cause I got this whip?
Would it be the same if tables turned and I ain't have shit? (And I ain't have shit?)
Aye, do she love me 'cause I do big shit?
Baby, would you love me every day if my ice didn't hit? (Didn't hit)
Seem like every other day, she tell me I ain't shit
But I'ma go with it, I'm smokin' out the zip (Out the zip)
She gon' love a little more, I ice her wrist
I hope that I don't look like Quavo 'cause I ain't icing shit

[Verse 1: DB.Boutabag]
When I was on my ass, did you call me then?
Collect calls talkin' to my brother, did you call my twin? (Did you call my twin?)
Now everytime we link up, she tryna get it in
Spin the block to get the bitch up but she ain't gettin' in (Skrr. But she ain't gettin' in)
Aye, she ain't got no green, she ain't gettin' in (She ain't gettin' in)
She ain't got no bitches for the team, she ain't gettin' in (She ain't gettin' in)
I seen her ass clout chasin', she ain't gettin' in
You need them bitches way more than me, go ahead and get her then (Go ahead and get her then)
Aye, I know I'm doing great, ain't gotta tell me that
I'm really about a bag, not 'bout the bitch, I had to tell her that (I had to tell her that)
I know you gon' be talkin' to my pocket if you love me back
Go ahead and do a backflip if you love these racks (Love these racks)
I'm really 'bout a bag, I had to tell her twice
Nicki Low drip on my toes, I had to boss my life
I'm tryna find my Off-White jacket, all white like right
Baby, tuck this pole in your purse 'cause I'ma boss your life (Boss your life)

[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
Aye, do she love me 'cause I got this whip?
Would it be the same if tables turned and I ain't have shit?
Aye, do she love me 'cause I do big shit?
Baby, would you love me every day if my ice didn't hit?
Seem like every other day, she tell me I ain't shit
But I'ma go with it, I'm smokin' out the zip
She gon' love a little more, I ice her wrist
I hope that I don't look like Quavo 'cause I ain't icing shit

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
(Gang gang)
You gon' look like Quavo if you do that shit
Aye bitch, I got my own chick, I don't need you
Look bitch, I ice my own neck
Oowee, bitch hatin', not condoning
Slow down for the slow bitches
Bitch give me money, if you don't, I disown bitches
If you don't contribute to this cause, pick somethin' else nigga
You know I stomp down
Twenty-one a team lil' nigga, we make a mess nigga
Put the pole under your thing, hit the neck
I ain't really tryna fuck, I just really want that neck baby
If DB 'bout a bag then I'm really 'bout a check, baby
Like bitch, who you playn' with?
Why yo friend told me she wanna fuck when she ain't paying me?
If I fly you in, I don't care about who you layin' with, bitch

[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
Aye, do she love me 'cause I got this whip?
Would it be the same if tables turned and I ain't have shit?
Aye, do she love me 'cause I do big shit?
Baby, would you love me every day if my ice didn't hit?
Seem like every other day, she tell me I ain't shit
But I'ma go with it, I'm smokin' out the zip
She gon' love a little more, I ice her wrist
I hope that I don't look like Quavo 'cause I ain't icing shit