she a freak Lyrics by 310babii
Yeah (She a freak, told her put it on my lap)
What? (She a freak, told her put it on my lap)
Like I’m like (Like what? Like baow, like I’m like)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She a freak, told her sit up on my lap (Baby)
Turn on 310, she gon’ turn into a rat (Ayy)
She only sendin’ *** to my phone, won’t chat (Won’t talk, ayy)
Baby ass fat, told her sit it on my lap like
Told her come here, let me rub on your tattoos (Huh?)
All the gas I smoke purp, but my racks blue (What?)
She blow all on my nuts, talkin’ cashews (Cashews)
310 been locked in, that’s some bad news (Locked in, ***)
I been workin’ nonstop (Nonstop)
Redhead, slim waist, only ***’ bad thots (What? Bad)
In my DM, hoes tryna do my locks (What?)
*** doin’ hair, if I pull up, she get knocked
Like what? Like (Baow)
Ayy, I ain’t got no time for no fake *** (Fake ***)
Niggas out here real-life broke but with a fake wrist (Fake wrist)
You don’t got a 310 fee, then you ain’t lit (What?)
You can’t name a *** that you want that I can’t hit (Hey)
She a freak, told her sit up on my lap (Ayy, ayy)
Turn on 310, she gon’ turn into a rat (Ayy, ayy, rat)
She only sendin’ *** to my phone, won’t chat (Chat)
Baby ass fat, told her sit it on my lap like (Ayy)
Told her come here, let me rub on your tattoos (Huh?)
All the gas I smoke purp, but my racks blue (Racks)
She blow all on my nuts, talkin’ cashews (Cashews)
310 been locked in, that’s some bad news (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, if it’s ***, then I’m on that (On that)
*** with a broke, you’re gettin’ blocked, you can’t call back (Call back, ayy)
Yeah, but since you got a ***, I’ma fall back (Fall back)
I go back to the streets, you know it’s gon’ be all bad (All bad)
No more double-C, no more bags (No more)
I don’t pop opps, ***, I pop tags (No what? Ayy)
Claimin’ she a wife, sike, naw, it’s givin’ trash (What? What? What?)
I been itchin’ for money, niggas think I got a rash (Like I’m like)
Where the hoes at? With the Babii gettin’ slashed (With the Babii, ***)
I’m really doin’ numbers, tell these niggas do the math (Add it up)
Add it up (Add it up), Vetements, Balenci’ ’cause my bag up (What?)
Racks up, black truck fleet, niggas not us
She a freak, told her sit up on my lap (What?)
Turn on 310, she gon’ turn into a rat (She gon’ turn into a rat)
She only sendin’ *** to my phone, won’t chat (Won’t talk at all)
Baby ass fat, told her sit it on my lap like (Sit it on me)
Told her come here, let me rub on your tattoos (On your tattoos)
All the gas I smoke purp, but my racks blue (My gas blue)
She blow all on my nuts, talkin’ cashews
310 been locked in, that’s some bad news (Like baow)