THAT'S IT Lyrics

That's it that's it that's it that's it

That's it that's it that's it that's it that's

Can't guard me that's a mismatch

I could call my cuzzo quick like dispatch

This that shit that shit that shit that

She caught the vibe she gon' hit back

She on her knees like a plea she gon' kiss that

I'm takin' shit no givebacks

4 of us with 25 where your clique at

Pretty face no waist what is that

I know you can't get in where the list at

No distractions I'm chasin' them big racks

Big racks big racks big racks

Big racks

Thought they had it they ain't had a chance

Tryna see you shake it in the pool like a river dance

All my leather is from France

Made a movie out in Cannes

Made a movie out in Cannes

Caught a train to Switzerland

Italy she need a tan

Morocco we roll in the van

Mexico we on the boat

You just gotta let it go

A lot of shit you can't control

I'ma get this money though

I pull up in a one of those

Hatin' I'm not one of those

You got on the what are those

Tuned up and it's time to go

Can't smoke that it tastes like shit like nah

Look at her hips she thick my God

We link then we sync and I shuffle her shit iPod

They just wanna get my sauce

Walk in her shit get tossed

Watch from the back when she sit on top

Tryna get right make it flip won't flop

I'm equipped this is it

I was meant for this shit on God

Uh she gon' support my calls my flaws

Lick from the tip she gon' kiss my balls

It's hard to resist my calls I saw

Exist in the midst of the fall right now

Like the world could depend on it all

She OC thick she lit and she tall like that

OG said first thing we ball why's that

I gotta get it off my back

Last lap

I can see it in her eyes

Might tap

Too clean they be jockin' my fresh my flesh

Hit it two times pass it right to the left

All I smoke is gas like why I guess

All I want is world peace Ron Artest

If you fold like a crease then you gon' get pressed

That's it that's it that's it that's it that's it

That's it that's it that's it that's

That's it

Can't guard me that's a mismatch

I could call my cuzzo quick like dispatch

This that shit that shit that shit that

That shit

She caught the vibe she gon' hit back

She on her knees like a plea she gon' kiss that

I'm takin' shit no givebacks