歌词
Yeah (Ooh)
Yeah (What?)
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(Yeah)
I been plottin' on niggas who been hating on me (Bah)
I been plottin' on bitches who been waitin' on me (Plot)
Rollie two tones, like it just got vitiligo (Live)
Make her sing tones, high enough to be soprano (Soprano)
I could walk through the valley of the death with my eyes closed
How you put a switch on top a weapon that was auto?
Eight different hoes on my toes, Doctor Otto
That bit' done got flewed out, no hotel, with no Trivago
They was throwing shots but they missed, I done saw those
Walkin' through the Lakeside like a runway model
Bros over hoes, get them 'chos that's the motto
Shoot from the three and it's wet like the bottle
Shoot from the whip on yo' street like Chicago (Yeah)
Brought the beef, and yo' bitch bring the tacos (Yeah)
Hunnid thousand worth of jewelry on all my hoes (Bling)
Main bitch ten of ten, Pretty Flako
I been plottin' on niggas who been hating on me (Plottin' on 'em)
I been plottin' on bitches who been waitin' on me
Rollie two tones, like it just got vitiligo (Vitiligo)
Make her sing tones, high enough to be soprano (Woah)
I could walk through the valley of the death, with my eyes closed
How you put a switch on top a weapon that was auto?
Eight different hoes on my toes, Doctor Otto
That bit' done got flewed out, no hotel, with no Trivago
Yeah
Trivago
I was makin' songs like it's soprano (Yeah)
I was gettin' money like Mulatto (Woah)
I might go and put on Number (N)ine though (Yeah)