Songtexte root beer float! - jophis!

Pop the top off the whiskey bottle
In the vet and we goin' full throttle
Fucked a young bitch she be lookin' like a model
Off the Perc and the xan and I'm goin' fuckin' hostile

Shawty topless, I might have to stop this (ay why)
Why you toxic, new subie, I just copped it
Shot my free throw, now I'm with like three hoes
With my Migos, run it like it's trios

I am right though, I only fuck with tight hoes
I met my goals, shawty dance on my pole (yeah she on my pole)
Why you on my floor, you know I want you out the door (out the door)
She said, are you sure? And I said, I am more than sure (more than sure)

Ayy, yuh, what, what? Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh-uh Ayy, what? Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh Ayy, ayy, ayy

You see me in a 350Z
I got your bitch on her knees And she cum like cream cheese
I'm in a Corvette C3, I was in your girl's dreams
Why she always thinkin' of me?
We went from F-150s to Challenger SRTs (SR-SRTs)

I'm hiddin' (what) like I'm wearin' a cloak (cloak)
Shawty suck my dick like a root beer float

One glock, two shots, now we need to get the mop
One hit, I'm to the floor, but I proceed to hit two more
New Rari, butterfly doors, I went shopping at the store
Got the kicks they Air Force, hit the ball like Golf Yell four

Shot too horny, sometimes it starts to bore me
Go 100 in a 40, I'm in space like Rick and Morty
Shawty look me in my face like she found my other Shorty (found my other short)

Hol on Niggas more gay than a fuckin' chameleon
I'll go to the bank today and make a fuckin' million