[Lyric] ​ya ya (imnotDayy)

[Chorus]
Hop out the car with my weapon
I'm tryna fuck on her best friend
Run up on me, I'ma send you to Heaven
I get to that bag, and I get to it quick (Huh)
I stomp him out with my Ricks (Ricks)
And, I spent a band on these kicks (Kicks, huh)
I know you a fan of me, bitch (Yeah)
Tell her "Stop playin' with me, bitch" (Yeah-yeah, huh)
Walk in this bitch with my stick
Hit from the back, you cannot get a kiss
I sent him up to the stars, make a wish
All of my folks already know who I is
All of my pockets are the same, what I get
All of my pockets are the same, what I make

[Verse]
(She suck me up, then I nut on her face, yeah)
I think she like how I taste (Okay, okay)
I see a bag, and I chase
(I see a bag, and I chase, yeah, yeah)
My drank be purple like grape
VVS on me, they wet like the lake
Might spark a lighter 'cause these niggas fake
If he want smoke, he get smoked like a vape (Huh)
Put that boy in the bag, body
Fuckin' his bitch and he mad, probably
I'm 'bout to run up the cash, DAMI
You niggas be broke, like, get from around me
(Diamonds so fresh, they might water the fountain)
Put that boy in a stretcher (Yeah, yeah)
You don't want smoke, nigga, get it together
Got a white ho, and I'm callin' her Heather
I'm off a Perc', I'ma crash in this Tesla
He wanna trade that lil' boy to an investor
Glock with a beam, I'ma aim for the chest, uh
I'm not a student, bitch, I'm a tester
Run to the bag, that nigga mad
Hop in that Jag', he want a bag
Bitch, where you at? Play with that cat
She call me dad, her nigga mad (Yeah)
Hop in that Scat, don't mean to brag (Yeah)
Niggas, they hatin', but really be fans (Yeah)
This bitch wanna cuff just to put on some pants
She tryna fuck, don't got no chance (Yeah, yeah)
I pull up on your block and that fuck nigga ran
I know I'ma blow, I'ma stick to the plan
If I did it once, I can do it again
I cut that ho off because she keep on playin'
My money too hot, I can't hear what you sayin'
I keep makin' plays like I play for the league
Run that boy over, then smoke all my weed
You niggas broke and need a job, go on Indeed
Run to that bag with no fatigue
Bitch, I'm in the league
I'm a G.O.A.T. and you niggas some cheese
She gave me throat because I'm pushin' P (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Hop out the car with my weapon
I'm tryna fuck on her best friend
Run up on me, I'ma send you to Heaven
I get to that bag, and I get to it quick (Huh)
I stomp him out with my Ricks (Ricks)
And, I spent a band on these kicks (Kicks, huh)
I know you a fan of me, bitch (Yeah)
Tell her "Stop playin' with me, bitch" (Yeah-yeah, huh)
Walk in this bitch with my stick
Hit from the back, you cannot get a kiss
I sent him up to the stars, make a wish
All of my folks already know who I is
All of my pockets are the same, what I get
All of my pockets are the same, what I make

[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah)