WARDROBE Lyrics

I see dey blowing up your phone

We out buying a new wardrobe

She patient I got a short rope

Oh, lord know

Lord know

Tossing your phone and den grabbing your throat

After we fuck don't ask I'm already packing da bowl

When I look her in da eyes I can tell if she gassing or no

I say it and den I do it don't fuck wit dat back in forth

Baddie got ass of course

Got bounce dat booty basketball

Papi poppin off after all

Fuck yea gimme dat adderall

Patty Cake how I stack da dough

Da ops throw like a catapult

Dey capping just like capital

I'm pulling up wit packs of dope

I'm steady staying bagging hoes

Yuh I luh me some nasty dome

You must pay to see Papi stroke

Dick her down on da patio

I'm a nut like pistachios

I see dey blowing up your phone

We out buying a new wardrobe

She patient I got a short rope

Oh, lord know

Lord know

I'm busting off my nut n I don't use no condom

Pussy drugs n money yuh I've done a lot of

Jiggle jiggly yuh dat ass a softie

I'm sucking on dem titties n yo daddy bought em

You appreciate da finer things when come from da bottom

My neighbors wondering what's going down inside my casa

Said fuck my old job boutta pop off n dat's on my mama

Tell everybody cool da fuck out yuh I fucking got dis

My tracks like my dick dey just suddenly start rising

I'm boutta fuck up da game now dat I be all inside her

Play my shit n there's a chance dat you gon cause a riot

I felt da pressure n all it did was just carve a diamond

People saying dat Jo Papi da voice of da decade

N if I front da bag dey gonna get me back da next day

My whole life did a 180 now I got on my head straight

I'm looking out for all my dawgs n making sure dey get paid

I see dey blowing up your phone

We out buying a new wardrobe

She patient I got a short rope

Oh, lord know

Lord know