Y'all some grown liars Busy in the jet like a spitfire Julius built my empire Wire taps, y'all some grown liars I'm Julius with Cleo betting on my empire I'm busy in the jet, like a Spitfire Grandiose in the house, looking like Granada I'm pops to your

I’m finna pull up right on ‘em Your ho wanna fuck, I don’t want her Popped a perc and I’m geeked in Aroma You rented it, I’m the owner Took your ho cause she gave me a boner Look at my dab persona In the trap I serve a stoner My niggas came from the

If you in here with your dawg, point your dawg out It's my dawg birthday, yeah (Birthday) Poppin' bottles, takin' shots of Patrón We gon' do this shit all night long If that's what you wanna do (Point your dawg out) (Tell 'em that's my dawg) If you in

Boys boys boys We like boys in cars Buy us drinks in bars With hairspray and denim We love them! (We love them) I like you a lot lot Hey there sugar baby Saw you twice at the pop show You taste just like glitter mixed with rock and roll

I’m gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I’m gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Till we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

I bet she love, love I bet she love All this fake love got me damaged I can't take it, I just popped another xanny I'm fuckin' on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don't plan it, yeah It's

Like a beer can in a truck bed I just wanna roll around with you On a slow ride in the sunset Bouncin' down a small town street Let's pop the top right off this thing I need a cold drink 'cause you're a hot mess Let the night do what it does best Shake

Wine for me, wine for me, wine for me, baby Love how your waistline a go 'round, girl Love how your waistline a go 'round, go 'round gyal The way you a wine girl Make me haffi stop everything Me want turn you inna wifey Love how your waistline a go

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, babe Yeah, I said it (ooh yeah) I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pop it uh And I think I kinda like ya