MJ I need the new bread Mikey just don't say thrill is dead
Bruh and go to the heat instead Ho, keep me up out of your thrill
I'm a 24-70, ho 1-6 tall Crawl on my shoulder and give me the best all
Oh yeah, oh yeah I ain't forgot you try to outdo me
Real body, shh, huh, whoop I get the whistlin' telecom, whoop
She talkin' bout me, I'm talkin' bout you I put my stick in her body like a rider
I fuck the good, I crave the bad We fuck like we got chemistry
In public, I don't know you and you don't know me
But, real good, match my SRT Red keys go to the SRT
Red button go on the back of my Glee Red stuff, everybody bleepin' me
Ayy, all I see red Ayy, all I see red
Ayy, all I see red Fuck, all I see red
I'm makin' all of this sound while I'm sober She knockin', bean on my door like Jehovah
I'm leavin', girl, you should know this is closed Preset, why you keep playin' with my vote
Hold on, what you doin'? Tell me I know what's gettin' you down
See you don't hear this shit in the background? Oh, you play too much for me
Bitch, now bitch, you in that slice, I eat your ass What you gon' do about it? I can fix that
I threw your phone, what you gon' do about it? Come on, back down, damn
I fuck your house up, what you gon' do about it? I ain't mad, child, is that a ho
Finna throw your mic, what you gon' do about it? Bitch, I'ma fuck you up
MJ, I need the new bread Mikey, just don't say thrill is dead
Bruh, go to the heat instead, ho Keep me up out of your thrill
24-70, ho, one-six tall Cry on my shoulder and give me the best all
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah I ain't forgot you, try to outdo me
Red bottoms, huh I get the whips on the telecom
She talkin' bout me, I'm talkin' bout you
Fuck, I'll see you real