If I pull up I’m bringing my hooka
Got a bad bitch she look like she from hooters
Text a friend he pull up on a scooter
Yeah I know a few shooters
Got a bitch that keep on texting
I just keep ignoring her messages
She got drama I got no time for stressing
All that shit you do is fucking depressing
Shut up bitch you ain’t really with the flexing
I don’t pay for a bitch she don’t get no presents
She just grab my dick and gets too molesting
You got the sauce well I’m the ranch dressing
If I pull up I’m bringing my hooka
Got a bad bitch she look like she from hooters
Text a friend he pull up on a scooter
Yeah I know a few shooters
Test me bitch you are getting clowned
Well pull up with nerf guns bitch lay down
We’ll really meet you up on playground
We handle business we don’t play around
I roll up my tree by the pound
When I pull up too your bitches house she don’t make a sound
So I hit that shit like a dog yeah I’m a hound
She walk back too her crib a limp
I drive away I’m feeling like a pimp
I got the nerf gun on my hip
I’m mobbin with my clique
I’m hitting another splif
We’ll show up to your house too prove you is a bitch
If I pull up I’m bringing my hooka
Got a bad bitch she look like she from hooters
Text a friend he pull up on a scooter
Yeah I know a few shooters
Like my name was blueface I’ll hide the wet sign and catch them slipping
Dumbass think he can take me man he is trippin
Fucking with me that’ll leave me livid
Then you’ll have too deal with the consequences of your bad decisions
My clique and I walk around like we pimpin
We throw up sign language no it ain’t crippin
So get off your high horse and stop the bitchin
We ain’t on our 6ix9ine shit no we ain’t snitching
If I pull up I’m bringing my hooka
Got a bad bitch she look like she from hooters
Text a friend he pull up on a scooter
Yeah I know a few shooters
If I pull up I’m bringing my hooka
Got a bad bitch she look like she from hooters
Text a friend he pull up on a scooter
Yeah I know a few shooters
