(Intro)
Ay Blac, you know Youngsta
We just popped a whole Xan, get a 64 ni**a
(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & Blac Youngsta)
If you got a man you can leave his ass at the crib
F**king with your baby momma I don’t care how you feel
That pu**y like a beat I’m the motherf**king cure
Speeding down the motherf**king with my ni**a
I beat it up, I beat it, beat it, beat it
Michael Jackson, I beat I beat it, beat it
I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, beat it
I beat it, beat it, beat it
If you got a man you can leave his ass at the crib
F**king with your baby momma I don’t care how you feel
That pu**y like a beat I’m the motherf**king cure
Speeding down the motherf**king….with my ni**a
I beat it up, I beat it, beat it, beat it
(Verse 1 – Blac Youngsta)
That pu**y, I eat it, I eat it, eat it
I skeet it, I skeet it, I skeet it, skeet it
I hit it from the back, she want it diva
I f**ked her to Rich Homie’s song
She my girl so I f**ked her with no rubber on
When she see me out in public, she make crazy faces
When I’m f**king with a ho she go crazy-crazy
She make pretty faces
Dead faces in my pocket, I ain’t wasting wasting
Bought a house in Hollywood and I love my labels
But I’m a blood and you know I f**k with labels hood
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Rich Homie Quan)
I beat that little pu**y like she ain’t never had a beef
She fell in love with the Homie and we ain’t never ever meet
Every time she wanna f**k I make a bed, make her s**k clean
If I find out she cheating, bi**h I want back my ring
Knock that pu**y out like we in a ring
Don’t care what he talking about, he is no seeing
MO hit back, they my worst, they all clingy
Pull up on little shawty got that top on that Beemer
Make them feel some type of way, know my demeanor
Turned up like a motherf**ker
Burn me like a motherf**ker
These ni**as ain’t real you ni**a turning like a motherf**ker
You can’t get no love from me
I be a…ni**a baby
(Repeat Chorus)
