Nigga, please

I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees

She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees

Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve

I cannot be seen

Yeah, nigga, please

I cannot be seen. I’m invisible

Why you handcuffing? She can make her own decisions

If she say that she a Christian

Top me up to a religious movie

Front ways back ways bring me back all my residuals

Peachcurls and Zoë got the party going digital

She seen me hit my Porky asked what I was finna get into

I came in the game

I can sang

I make bangers

I ain’t never been no lame

Yo baby mama go insane

I might candy paint the frame

And pop trunk on the stock exchange

It’s young Peach you know my name

Pull out my meat she nearly fainted

My bitch hit my FaceTime

She want the truth but she can’t take it

We fight like it’s Baby Boy

Now where them tacos you was making

Nigga, please

I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees

She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees

Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve

I cannot be seen

Yeah, nigga, please

Don’t go sleeping on heem

Do it by myself I got the glow I got the gleam

Damn the beat hard it was made by Anna Greene

Fucked her and I made her slab she talmbout “When you get so mean!?”

Yes sir, if you forgot how I was coming here go a refresher

Full-time real nigga, part-time bad texter

Couple white girls bodies just like Fran Drescher

You got beef with us cuz yo bitch wanna sleep with us

I’m so heavy screens fall to Belly

She think I don’t wash up because this pack I got is smelly

Blunt loud like it’s got something it’s tryna tell me

Nigga, please

I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees

She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees

Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve

I cannot be seen

Yeah, nigga, please

I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees

She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees

Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve

I cannot be seen

Yeah, nigga, please