YUH YUH

I get plenty bitches, hit my phone and say they wanna party

I'm rocking all black like a vamp, but I'm not Carti

Smoke like a Rasta, smoke like I'm Bob Marley

She said Truly, I'm in love I turnt her up too much probably

Diamonds on the pinky ring, diamonds on the chain

That boy must be out his mind he tryna claim my gang

I see she trying to make me crash, but I'ma keep it tame

That boy L he a lame, he was saying names

He tried to come back around, we gon' let it bang

Four poles in the whip for each person, we gon' let it spray