"beep beep" lyrics

Uh, uh

They don't like how I wear my clothes
They don't like how I fuck all of they hoes, I know
They don't like how I pull up in a Range Rover (Beep-beep)
Everywhere I look, where they wanna go (Go, go)
Find me where I could pull up and fuck all the hoes, yeah
It's a weird schedule, and I'm chillin' at home (What?)
Go to sleep at 6 a.m., where cars go past my home
And I can't give you my digits, bitch, don't want you to hit my phone
Don't hit my phone, I been outside trappin', bitch, I am a crow
Damn, yeah, I'm outside trappin', feelin' like a crow
Fuck it, bitch, I'm in my Vans, so I'm feelin' like a pro, yeah

My life easy-peasy, it's advanced, told that ho (It's easy)
I just want you to know, I called Leon, said to go
I called ce, that's my bro, and my zuro in the yo'
Raf Simons, go Raf, see me go
Ride up, see me, then you go
Blood stain on my tee, I can see it by the sink
Blood stain on my tank, I got a blood stain on my tank
You never seen, that boy was fake
I go through this every day
I go through this every day
I'm so distressed, my jeans fit great

I'm goin' late, I'm goin' late, I'm goin' late, I'm goin' late
I'm goin' late, I'm goin' late, I'm goin' late, I'm goin' late, yeah
I'm go— I'm go— I'm go— I'm goin' late, I'm goin' late, yeah

They don't like how I wear my clothes
They don't— they don't— they don't like how I wear my clothes
They don't like how I fuck all of they hoes, I know
They don't like how I pull up in a Range Rover (Beep-beep)
Everywhere I look, where they wanna go (Go, go)
Find me where I could pull up and fuck all the hoes, yeah
It's a weird schedule, and I'm chillin' at home (What?)
Go to sleep at 6 a.m., where cars go past my home
And I can't give you my digits, bitch, don't want you to hit my phone
Don't hit my phone, I been outside trappin', bitch, I am a crow
Damn, yeah, I'm outside trappin', feelin' like a crow
Fuck it, bitch, I'm in my Vans, so I'm feelin' like a pro, yeah

It's easy
Yeah, that's my bro, I'm with zuro in a ghost, fuck off