Pretty Lyrics

Uh oh

Uh oh

Not again

(Here we go)

My bitch feel pretty off coke

She give me the throat

And she choke choke

My bitch feel pretty off coke

I just got her a Montclair coat

These niggas can't keep up

With me and I know

Ha they too slow

So much money on me

Swear to god it's like

I'm a walking bankroll

I got his bitch voice

Sounding like helium

She can't stop on giggling

The racks got her ass hypnotized

I'm not even kidding

Say what's the beef lil bro

Push it back like mater tow

I don't go back and forth

With no nigga about no

Bitch you can keep that hoe

(Keep that hoe)

I'm falling back to the old me

All yo shit so fake

Just like yo bitch

When she be moaning (for real)

You ain't got no damn

Racks lil pussy ass nigga

So you can't show me,

Where is the proof

No stars on the roof

I don't give a fuck

What you saying

Cause me and you

Can't compare the coupe

(We can't)

Uh huh

The seats is leather

The whip is better

I'm finna be here forever

Stop with the flexing

Hating on me

Ain't doing shit

For you boy get yo check up

And tell your girlfriend to

Get off her knees bro

And pick her neck up

Patek hold her hair up

When she give me her

Throat keep getting longer

The cup keep getting darker

My money old thick Mrs.Parker

You not making no damn progress

I've never met a nigga that's honest

Competition is garbage

Artist pull up like I'm mutombo

All of them niggas I blocked them

(Not in my house)

I got his bitch voice

Sounding like helium

She can't stop on giggling

The racks got her ass hypnotized

I'm not even kidding

Say what's the beef lil bro

Push it back like mater tow

I don't got back and forth

With no nigga about no

Bitch you can keep that hoe

(Keep that hoe)

My bitch feel pretty off coke

She give me the throat

And she choke choke

My bitch feel pretty off coke

I just got her a Montclair coat

These niggas can't keep up

With me I know

Ha they too slow

So much money on me

Swear to god it's like

I'm a walking bankroll

(Jay Crew on the beat)

(Damn)

(I'm know I'm finna go up)

(The devil done took all my love)

(You know that)