Ahh Shit

Ahh shit, ahh shit, ahh shit

Nigga feeling good, she did

Dammit I should, alright

Now I’m fin to blow, green lights

And this is how it goes

Yolo, yo ho, on that, fo sho

Bet that shawty wet, I’m rocking her robo

Heard she like it going deep

May I take her photo

No referees up in the ring

Yeah I prefer them low blows

Her shit pop, paw paw, fo fo

I cuff her ass I’m no cop, but she call me robo

Never had a four loco, never had a 4 loco

But when they po' me up a fo' I'm leaning like a cholo

Gone yeah, gone yeah, even on my own man

You kid, i’ma type of grown man

You rent, i’ma type of own man

Your girlfriend up on me, swear he don’t know me

Now I’m all in her shit, now like roman

Now tell me how many licks does it take to

Break her, put her to sleep and bout time now she wake up

I’m fresh of a flight from the heat to the lakers

And still on a high off these trees from jamaica

Ahh shit, ahh shit, ahh shit

Nigga feeling good, she did

Dammit I should, alright

Now I’m fin to blow, green lights

And this is how it goes

Digest, I just, live in that projects

Now I’m in that penthouse, salute my progress

Respect that process, admire my guess

Fuck being modest, nigga admire my goddess

Cause she bad, that’s obvious

She thick, that body is

Probably is, hot as Abu Dubai is

And it’s going down like

Elevators to where the lobby is

Into 9 I’m on that brown like bobby is

It’s my prerogative, I can show you how to live

Every little step you take will be in shoes Guiseppe makes

My tender roni, the one and only

Fuck me two times in case the first one get lonely

Ahhh shit, now we fucking talking

Oh is we talking fucking, but what you suckers talking?

I keep buying rides, like I suck at walking

The models money talk, I said what you suckers talking huhh?