abc,s - ybckidmelo lyrics
[chorus: ybckidmelo, cupcakke]
a*b*c*d*e*f*g (okay)
ain’t none of these b*tches is f*ckin’ with me (k, k)
h*i*j*k*l*m*n*o*p (okay)
man, i ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh*t all the way to z (h*ll no)
[verse 1: ybckidmelo]
b*tches mellow and i’m melo when you know just where i be
chopper make ‘em shake like jello, now that n*gga gotta beat
red tape up on the scene, tell that n*gga rest in peace
we been paper chasin’, n*gga, all we do is count the green
lotta b*tches clappin’ ass when we pull up on the scene
heard she f*cking for a fee but that ho gon’ f*ck for free
heard she got a boyfriend but she stay f*ckin’ with me
b*tch, get down up on your knees before you try to talk to me
she keep blowin’ up my phone, steady sayin’ that she really tryna f*ck with me
‘cause her last n*gga was broke and that p*ssyboy couldn’t pay the fee
i can really get a n*gga going, all that sh*t really take is one g
got these blue faces in my pocket and none of these b*tches comin’ off*beat
[chorus: ybckidmelo, cupcakke]
a*b*c*d*e*f*g (okay)
ain’t none of these b*tches is f*ckin’ with me (k, k)
h*i*j*k*l*m*n*o*p (okay)
man, i ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh*t all the way to z (h*ll no)
[verse 2: cupcakke]
ayy, a*b*c these nuts, only make*up can make me blush
n*ggas ain’t no sh*t [?]
walk in, i don’t give a f*ck, heavy stepper on ret’ chucks
i pop a n*gga like diet coke, sevenup mixed with some [?]
[?] and i’ma do a n*gga so dirty
but i got a nervous driver, had to ask this n*gga “why the f*ck [?]
keep like two things in my bra, fool a n*gga quick like my titties perky
and these n*ggas ain’t really doin’ numbers, they view count matchin’ their jersey
[?] but let me keep it quiet, these b*tch n*ggas might start a riot
pull up to the crib, now they at the hideout, i should air that b*tch but i’m not a pilot
but i’m ten toes down, no money here now but you know a b*tch crossin’ her fingers
[?] that big drip, i can sing sh*t, why you still lookin’ like the sprinklers, ayy
[chorus: ybckidmelo, cupcakke]
a*b*c*d*e*f*g (okay)
ain’t none of these b*tches is f*ckin’ with me (k, k)
h*i*j*k*l*m*n*o*p (okay)
man, i ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh*t all the way to z (h*ll no)
[outro]
a*b*c*d*e*f*g
none of these b*tches is f*ckin’ with me
h*i*j*k*l*m*n*o*p
man, i ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh*t all the way to z
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