Shh! Letra

That bitch on her knees, "lemme take a pic"
Know that my water on fleek, bitch
International Kid, I'm the real shit
I'm selling out shows down in England
I hop on a track, it's succeeding

Tell a bitch, "I'm him and you fuckin' on me"
This your only chance, make a good impression, I might go two-for-twoozie
Lil' bitch, it's the flu season
Ice on my neck, redefine freezin'
Imma just pop you and your friends for no reason
Drop top coupe, got that shit for a reason
Wind in my palace, I can feel the breeze
Stack the money tall, won't fall, Berj Khalifa

I got diamond chains, make a quick call, Johnny Dang, bitch
I got all the money on me, yеah, I got all the fame, bitch
I drench you with thе rain, yeah, I drench you will the bullets, like the rain
Real 1911, Colt Pistol, this isn't no game, bitch

My bitch come over, unbuckle my pants
Quick lil threesome, know she brought a friend
Yeah I hold grudges, I don't make ammends
I am not budgin', I don't move for nothin'

I got a bad bitch, up in the pent, yeah
Bad bitch, up in the pent, yeah
I make a lotta money, so I live behind a fence

Imma pull up wit' a freak bitch
Brazillian, got ass with big tits
These diamonds, they emeralds, green piss
That bitch on her knees, "lemme take a pic"
Know that my water on fleek, bitch
International Kid, I'm the real shit
I'm selling out shows down in England
I hop on a track, it's succeeding

Imma pull up wit' an MP5 today
No matter what, me and clique, we gon' find a way
Know Trxple7 gon' shine today
Know my diamonds gon' shine today

Play a lil' bitch like an arcade
Choppa chew you up like a Parfait
Imma pop up like a Molly
Imma leave your hood up in flames, like a molotov cocktail

I got brothas up in prisons, why they locked up? I don't even know, bitch
I'm the main character of the show
Did an interview on Live TV, said fuck that hoe
(We do)

You already know
IOD the kid, that's no joke
Yeah, I came home wit' a freak hoe
Only buy pants with a holster for the pole

Balenci, Balenci, all day, that's all I rock, that's all I roll
Tell the Paparazzi get the right angle
Choppa chew you up like pizza, like Panago

And I stack up all the bankrolls, stack up all the bankrolls
Rose Gold Cullinan, imma take her home, woah

Imma pull up wit' a freak bitch
Brazillian, got ass with big tits
These diamonds, they emeralds, green piss
That bitch on her knees, "lemme take a pic"
Know that my water on fleek, bitch
International Kid, I'm the real shit
I'm selling out shows down in England
I hop on a track, it's succeeding