Lust Lyrics

What you want to smoke some zazaz? I brought a bow out

Uh-huh

Right here, okay

Niggas made a game, goody

Stupid

I get money

I talk to haters, add it up

Slow motion, slow motion, niggas, you can run it up

Call me Mr. Builder, bitch, I'll slap the racks up in her butt

Too many hoes in the city, won't catch a twig and buy the slut

Empty

They gon' really fall off, tryna keep up

Empty on the song, she turned it up

She strapped in, get locked, I'm down, he buck it up

My wrist, bitch, faster car, she tell me run it up

Empty, makin' fire, can't stop blowin' up

Niggas claimin' smoke in the street, draw it and burn it up

She don't want you, cause she said you ain't rich enough

Left the ballgame and came back, I'm on some Michael stuff

Told the bitches her world, now I think she fell in love

I keep droppin' too much, her man chokin' on my dust

Bring girl, then boot her out, I hit it with a different thrust

Couldn't miss, I was like 23 in August

Gave him a lot, I worked plus, cause I didn't have to rush

Like an orange soda, gets a feelin' for my crush

Out of town, in the hill, yeah, there's no life slush

See a clown in her face, but it's really just luck

I talk to haters, add it up

Slow motion, slow motion, don't get you, can run it up

Call me Mr. Builder, bitch, I'll stuff the racks up in her butt

Too many hoes in the city, won't catch me twiggin' bottle slush

She think I'm blind, behind this glass, she tryna stare me through the buff

She in the gym, doin' reps, just send me, lift the nigga up

Call a Uber, I'm bout to spray the function up

Alright, bad bitch, but she broke, you gotta kick her out

Sendin' packs across the states, just a large amount

Pull out stick, got your jeans, you gotta bust it now

Head tie, head tie, slit talkin', so I close his mouth

Baby chop like some nanny blues, kickin' me out

Dirty denim, dirty Sprite, I can't put it down

They gon' really fall off, tryna keep up

MT on the song, she turned it up

Distract the nigga, lock him down, he buck it up

Mario's bitch, pass the car, she tell me run it up

MT makin' fire, can't stop goin' up

Niggas claimin' smoke in the street, drive them, burn it up

She don't want you, cause she said you ain't rich enough

Left up all game and came back, I'm on some Michael stuff

Told the bitch it's her world, now I think she feelin' lost