Nat ft. Paulo Rarri Lyrics

(I don't wanna know your name, don't wanna know your name)

(wanna do some cocaine?, wanna do some cocaine?)

We on the yacht doin' (coke doin coke), lovin' that bitch, you a joke (joke)

Wanna beef with us, nigga, but you broke (broke)

Scary-ass nigga, don't want no smoke

Come to your crib, light it up, she bad with' no swag, pipe up (she bad with no swag pipe her up, pipe her up)

Bad bitch get hit from the back (back) bad bitch get hit in the scat (scat)

Her friend on go, she a nat, the bitch keep askin' me, where, Blaxkk?

Got hella racks in the Gucci book bag,

Fuck the bitch one time and she swear she wasn't mad

I'ma keep countin' rocks while my haters gettin' mad

Big cups to the crib, now she gotta get bagged, Niggas cuffin' these hoes, they ain't goin' out sad

Me and Rari in the coupe, said we racin' back-to-back

Bands on your head, get your head gone, bitch like Ray can you, put me in a song

I'm hotter than a chopper, nigga, hear my DM bout the bitch, I'm blockin

Bullets hit his face like a goddamn boxer,

My bitch left me, and I ain't even tryna stop her

Real Wokhardt, bitch, I got it from a doctor

Ball-head hoe doin' ball-head hoe things

Wanna be in her video, gotta eat up the whole gang

When she suck that dick, man, she eat up the whole thing

I'm feel like YG, I'm a "Toot It & Boot It"

Her nigga get mad, she playin' my music

Can't show no love, bitch, that's stupid

Can't show no love, do I look like Cupid?

I finna nut in her mouth, this bitch snuck me in her house

I fucked this lil' bitch on the couch, G2 on me, it's in the pouch

Her ass like a ball, it's gon' bounce

Fuck a gram, we smoke by the ounce

Nigga, we too high, could've fucked a lil' hoe, but shy

How you shoot a hundred shots and nobody die

Get on the beat, And I say nut shit

Fuck from the back, I nut on her but quick

Play' with them nunbers like I was Marty

We at the party, she smokin' on Smarties

Threw her a molly, she got out her body

The bitch ride me just like I'm trolley

These niggas, they suckers, just like Lolli You can get popped

Red dots on the face, like chicken poxs

I feel like gunna drip too hard, gotta keep a mop don't slip (Don't slip, don't slip, don't slip)