Starbucks ft. Luh Jlo Lyrics

Damn, fuck, like what the fuck

Gang, gang, gang

Don't be too hard, god damn, I'm like shit fuck

Heard they was beggin' C.J.I.s just to get up

Cause you might send our bitch my way cause she gon' get bucked

Bitch when you get dick, hell yeah, you gon' get bent up

Boy you never bent us

The ho say I got big thrust

Little ass niggas shut your mouth

Before I blow you down

Can't pay in place from all the time

Them Psyche boys will run you down

How ironic, he was missin' Thursday and he still ain't fucked

Fuck, fuck, that shit crazy

She wanna have my baby

Gang, you fuckin' your old lady

Then just hit this bitch named Daisy

Might just hit a fuckin' scam cause I'm gettin' too damn lazy

I can't cheat on my bitch, she too toxic and she crazy

Bitches ridin' on their brothers and I'm talkin' bout lil' Sadie

My brother really turnt as a fuck

He got her goin' crazy

Fuck him, man he a lick, I'll put my bitch on him

Hey Mike Tyson, if you fuckin' touch me, I'll have that blick on you

Youngie, don't put your fuckin' hands on me

I can't do the lil' honcho, I can't have no dead honey

How you say you on that tip, bitch, you just fuckin' ran from me

Melancholy, really a hoe, in his hole, Camp Kermit

For real though, he got his best friend fuckin' on his opp

I cannot cuff no damn bitches, bro, he popped her twice

Y'all really out here cuffin' runner hoes, man, y'all need to stop

Think he finna leave without my money? Boy, you gettin' boxed

Send your fuckin' best guard my way, watch that boy get locked

Let a nigga speak, don't catch their neck, just watch him get shocked

Funny, this ain't Chris Rock, yours ugly but my bitch not

Just hit a lil' freak, bitch, and my Gucci flip flopped

Baby, just count my racks, I throw bows, you finna break them down

Put my pics on that fuckin' boy, I bet they hunt him down

Try to play me like a broke boy, I'm up a hundred now

Goofy boy, that's how that switchy sound

That's the Stephon sound

I got hella real, nigga

Mob said, shot me 20 wires, now you know what the fuck going on

Punch me back in

In this bitch sippin' on that Trishy-ish

Bitch givin' weird vibes, something like Icky Vicky

I ain't comin' in the function if I can't bring my bling

Man, my bitch fine as fuck, but her eyes really pink

Breakin' trees on a scale, it's a real stage

Baby girl, eat it up

Come eat this dick and get ready for this shit

This shit get risky, put your ass away on the net

You meet the switchy, switch it, turn in the party

Got bitches showin' turns, turn off the Casamigos

Finna get lucky, go anywhere I fuckin' won't

Cause it's my fuckin' city, back in 2019

Twin was clutchin' on the Smitty, got fire heads in my city

Midnight fuckin' weed, had to fuck a nigga out of traffic

Leave his ass shitty, at last, nigga, this don't why I see him

I don't know what the fuck goin' on