Lyrics ETA - Yung Bans

I'm working on dying

Ayy, ooh, yeah
Ayy, ooh, yeah

Make her say, make her say, make her say my name
Bitch, I feel like Bloody Mary, say my name tres
Lil' shawty ridin' on my dick, wanna know my ETA
My money tall, bitch, I ball, ball like NBA
I turned my ho to my shooter, she tatted on her face
Grind a nigga like some weed, turn him into shake (Into shake)

Shake, shake, turn him into shake
Bitch, ayy, we don't go on dates (Bitch)
I ain't lovin' none these bitches, just nut on their face (Huh)
Kick lil' mama out the spot,
She smell like fish filet (Let's go, let's go)
I get a chick in a day, ayy, countin' my chips, Lay, Lay's
I'm screamin' free lil' Che, Che, that's for my brothers away, ayy
I don't fuck no ho with fleas
Want some my dick, lil' bitch, say please
Young rich nigga fulfill your needs
Nigga push up big Bentley, B's
Nigga count millions up in the Maybach
Poppin' these Percs, I don't do no crack
Got young white hoes lickin' my sack
When she sit on the mat, she don't talk back
Y'all niggas turnt down, turnt to the max
Shoot a nigga in the head, shit sound like splat

Oh, hah
Ooh, yah
Ayy, ooh, yeah

Make her say, make her say, make her say my name
Bitch, I feel like Bloody Mary, say my name tres
Lil' shawty ridin' on my dick, wanna know my ETA
My money tall, bitch, I ball, ball like NBA
I turned my ho to my shooter, she tatted on her face
Grind a nigga like some weed, turn him into shake