lyrics: Somebody tell Doja Cat That I'm tryna indulge in that In my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that See the motion clap when you're throwin' it back (when you're throwin' it back) These females plannin' on doin' me wrong So I'm grabbin' a 'dom out the Trojan pack Post the location after we're gone Can't slip and let them know where we're at I don't know about you but I value my life (but I value my life) 'Cause imagine I die (die) And I ain't made a hundred M's yet There's so much things I ain't done yet Like fuckin' a flight attendant, huh I don't party, but I heard Cardi there So fuck it, I might attend it Gotta kick back sometimes and wonder How life woulda been if I never did take them risks And would have I prospered? Floatin' and I won't go under Been outta town for a month Absence made the love grow fonder UK rap or UK drill Gotta mention my name if you talk 'bout the genre (alright) Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? (My bitch is gay) Hit man in the top Try see a man topless, even the stick is gay Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them But I don't swing that way (way) The mandem celebrate Eid The trap still runnin' on Christmas day Ho-h-how can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay Hit man in the top Try see a man topless, even the stick is gay Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them But I don't swing that way (way) The mandem celebrate Eid The trap still runnin' on Christmas day
