Dime Breezy
Pop your shit, aye nigga, pop your shit, aye
Talk your shit, aye
Nigga talk your shit, aye
I'm the shit, niggas all up on my dick, aye
I'm that bitch hold up, take my pic, aye
I'm a bitch, anything I want I get, hey
Tell them bitches that they can
Run off a cliff, hey
I bet they jealous, 'cause I'm as fly as a
We don't take pictures with bitches
We just go get paid follow me
Since you be all up on a bitch page
I know it hurts you to see
That I'm doing big things
Bitches still up in the hood
Ain't never shit change ain't hanging out
Because I'm focused on my wrist game
"What's her name?" "Is she signed?
"She the chosen one this time"
"Do she write all of her
Rhymes? Why you lying?"
"What's her age?"
"She's so cute! No, she ugly!
"You the truth!"
I got niggas on my dick, they
Treat me sweeter than a tooth, ooh!
Ooh! My mixtape blowing out the roof!
So, tell me I ain't the truth
Okay, okay, okay alright, alright, alright
Okay, okay, okay alright, alright, alright
Alright
It takes somebody who know
Somebody that know somebody
You think your favorite rapper rich?
That nigga owe somebody he sold his body
The people shouting "Illuminati!"
Come through the hood
Them gorillas gon' put some in your body
Blow like a shottie
These young killers too rowdy
Best believe their loyalty
Ain't never told on nobody
They got that 'brotherly love'
I'm in love with a thug
So if a nigga pull my card
My baby fucking them up
You know the wavy dark skin
Boys is loving me now
Your brother texts me every night 'bout
How he wanna be down
But, I can't fuck with no clowns
So tell your boy to move around
I'm the hottest in the town
These niggas loving my sound it go like
One, two Lexii coming for you! (It go like)
Three, four better lock your doors! (Uh)
Five (five) , six I'ma eat a rap bitch (Bitch)
And, I don't care what
Their talkin' 'bout! (I never did)
One, two Lexii coming for you!
Three, four these bitches is lookin' bored
Five, six niggas on my dick
And, you know, we coming for more
Every time I'm in the club
The bouncers showing me love
19 hella young, but I can drink what I want
And I can do what I please
I never needed ID
Me and the squad slip through the back
So you ain't seeing me leave
Older niggas, man
Always want me in they life
They think I'm wife
Why the fuck these niggas always
Fall for my type? Who am I? Oh, I'm light?
Ain't my skin complexion so nice
Or could it be the way that I dress
Or maybe, he like the way that I write, like
Oh! Pop your shit, uh
Pop your shit, aye never trust a bitch, aye
On my shit, aye they be on my shit, aye
Probably your favorite CEO is on my
Aye, yeah and, I'm the best I ever knew
I'm the best I ever did
Baby, what you tryna do?
