Urus Lyrics

Bitches faker than a barbie doll

Gettin' money never worried bout it all

So I do a shopping spree up at the mall

Baby bounce that booty like a Basketball

Come into your city tryna raise hell

Tried to get ya but you saved by the Bell

Put 'em in a box just like he packing Mail

Testing me I swear to God you'll fail

Hop in a Urus I'm going too fast

I do it too easy I see why they mad

But that's not my fault so why I'm Feeling bad

They pickin' up behind me but it's just Trash

Pull up just to flex, then I pull off

I got the drip got the sauce

Niggas they already know I'm a boss

Boy you don't know what it cost

Everyday I step on niggas necks

I don't really take the disrespect

Don't talk to me if it's not bout the Money cause all I do is talk about the Checks

Wipe his nose like that shit was Running cause he was doing all that Talk and text

Done talkin' all of my shit so nigga you Know what's next

Go crazy go dumb

Imma show you where I'm from

Got these bitches in my DM but they Showing me a thong

Know you heard I'm getting commas And I put that on my momma

Yea I'm the realest in the city so I Pledge it to Obama

I ain't beefing with no niggas I ain't Really into drama

In a Urus burnin' smoke just like some Fuckin' Marijuana

Yea that bitch so fucking ugly she be Looking like her momma

Spittin' shit in they face and I ain't Talking bout a Llama

Spittin' real fast show em how to Busta Rhyme

Bar after bar imma do it everytime

Knew I had a talent but I couldn't find It then til God came down and showed Me a sign

Came from the bottom now I'm in the Top ten

Money so long I can not even pretend

Gotcha-girl-talking-all that shit

But she won't spin again

Bitches faker than a barbie doll

Gettin' money never worried bout it all

So I do a shopping spree up at the mall

Baby bounce that booty like a Basketball

Come into your city tryna raise hell

Tried to get ya but you saved by the Bell

Put 'em in a box just like he packing Mail

Testing me I swear to God you'll fail

Hop in a Urus I'm going too fast

I do it too easy I see why they mad

But that's not my fault so why I'm Feeling bad

They pickin' up behind me but it's just Trash

Pull up just to flex, then I pull off

I got the drip got the sauce

Niggas they already know I'm a boss

Boy you don't know what it cost