WASABI!

[Chorus]
She too hot, Wasabi, let me go in, on your body
Make you wet, Dasani, sorry man, I took your shawty
Hit Rodeo, get Designer
I get some Balanciaga, and you going for some Prada
Here, baby, you take some guala
She too hot, Wasabi, let me go in, on your body
Make you wet, Dasani, sorry, man, I took your shawty
Hit Rodeo, get Designer
I get some Balanciaga, and you going for some Prada
Here, baby, you take some guala

[Verse 1]
I don't know if I feel like myself, but I'ma keep on going
Why your bitch at the homies crib
He just told me she stayed blowin'
He do be talkin' like he onto something
So me and my brothers are grabbing that chop
Head to his place and we open the door
We makin' 'em dance and that boy hit the Milly rock
Bubblegum is poppin', yeah, silver chain keep rockin', yeah
You know me and my homies toting and do be mobbing, yeah
Fingers in her mouth, she cross eyed
Can tell that she wants the good pipe
Take my hand and we could go die
Let her go, that was a good night
Stop with all the chit chat, supplies in my backpack
Pull up and get clapback, you know I'm about that
All about that smoke, you tested my bro
It is time to show you no mercy, 'cause you a foe
Man, I like your girl because she swallow all my d
I can not tell you how I got with her, because you know she

[Chorus]
She too hot, Wasabi, let me go in, on your body
Make you wet, Dasani, sorry man, I took your shawty
Hit Rodeo, get Designer
I get some Balanciaga, and you going for some Prada
Here, baby, you take some guala
She too hot, Wasabi, let me go in, on your body
Make you wet, Dasani, sorry, man, I took your shawty
Hit Rodeo, get Designer
I get some Balanciaga, and you going for some Prada
Here, baby, you take some guala