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You know why you came
Why you wanna play these games
Don’t be on that lame shit girl
Tell them hoes you came with

Verse 1: Derez De'Shon
I pull up in the motherfuckin' coupe In the coupe
All these bitches come around me, chicken coop Chicken, yeah
I got ’em poppin' pussy, Uncle Luke Uncle Luke
Everyday I live like it's a videoshoot London On Da Track, bitch
Ooh, she know what she doin' What she doin'
Ooh, she turn out for the crew The crew
I don't want them dollar bills, not the newest Newest
Ain't no tellin' what she gon’ do for the blue ones
Sippin’ lean like it's some berry Ciroc Like it’s Ciroc, nigga
Feelin' presidential like I'm Barack Like I'm Barack, nigga
Bottles comin’ 'til I tell 'em to stop Yeah
Hold up, wait, stop
So much money that I don't know what to do with it
Still spendin' old money on these new bitches
Long as you keep dancin' like that
I'ma throw it, pop that pussy, now throw that ass back, baow, baow

Pre-Chorus: Derez De'Shon
Don't be on that lame shit
Don't be on that lame shit
Tell them hoes you came with the same shit
Don't be on that lame shit
The wrong one to play them games with, girl

Chorus: Derez De'Shon
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though Don't be actin' lame
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though You know why you came
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though Why you wanna play these games
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
Don't be on that lame shit

Verse 2: Mozzy
Hey, I'm blowin' doadie with the homies
I ain't have no money, ain't none of the hoes know me
And now my denims is full of the dirty doughy
You really 'bout a bag, lil' baby, you gotta show me
I'll pull up on my lonely, where ya at
Pull this thing over and thunder you from the back, ayy
I made a quarter million in the trap
I'm not a rap nigga, just kinda know how to rap
The hooker finna overnight the pack
It'll be there in the mornin', just tell lil' whoadie relax
Yeah, bust it open for me, make it clap
I'ma throw a hundred ones, then tell her to run 'em back

Pre-Chorus: Derez De'Shon
Don't be on that lame shit
Don't be on that lame shit
Tell them hoes you came with the same shit
Don't be on that lame shit
The wrong one to play them games with, girl

Chorus: Derez De'Shon
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though Don't be actin' lame
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though You know why you came
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though Why you wanna play these games
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
What up, though What up, though
Don't be on that lame shit Yeah