Aight Boom

A'ight Boom So check it, everybody chatting 'Bout the shit that we be doing when we on the satin Drop niggas and they sing like they Robbin and you Paula Patton It be them soft dick, they ain't never lasting I'm the type of bitch to keep it on the DL Keep it off my TL, let me get a BLT Pull up in it full of vanilla (full of vanilla) Boston cream gotta give me all that feeling (give me now) He got his butters on we ain't doing all that kissing (uh-uh) Versatile chick so you know I flip it Like scamming niggas my links is always clicking Even if I could, I'd never birth his children But I need a dude with the wickedest stamina Need a one, two, three-hour man fuck All that Facebook shit, no Instagram Those the type of niggas that's in demand, uh The trade tryna fuck with my PR As if I ain't the illest bitch coming out of DR Bitches got botched now they ask for my DR Ya BM bad but I'm bad-d-e-r I only fuck niggas in the telly Text now number, can't give him my celly Streets is watching, I'm sending him a black car Niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star The dude was Puerto Rican and not on the deez L Like it when he move weight dope on that Keyz L Got him all gassed up like a bitch diesel Power in my pussy and that motherfucker lethal (fuckin' shit) Listen, lil' nigga stressing 'cause I'm popping that's a fact (uh-uh) Tryna hide me don't want no niggas in my back It's a shame want me as his BM then his BM Put my shades on now I see him when I see him Hard white five shows flashing lights Text me in the morning just to see me in the night Can't keep a secret, don't tell these other bitches I be fucking you Bitch, I'm Ky Ani can't have you niggas feeling comfortable I ain't talking dicks when I say I keep it tucked Hottest rap bitch these other bitches needed luck, uh Fuck you mean? Give me greens if you coming to see Pass the ball to me and Boogie bitch we running the streets Invisible ink, disappearing messages (it's legal) Screenshot notifications keep it ethical I got bookings and you at bookings You don't fit into my image promise nobody looking at you, nigga So don't you fret, sign this NDA quick right before I jet You leave first, then I leave next no strings I don't want no calls or text I don't wanna seen no story lines in the press Bitches in the scene talking out they neck I rip a bitch wind pipe from out her neck So, come correct with all respect motherfucker Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star