Song Lyrics

(Big Papito)

Hey
No strings attached, okay
Okay, Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay
Okay, don't go to looking strange when I go tat your face
I don't look like that when you be asking me 'bout racks, okay
(I don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (uh huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (uh huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh huh)
These niggas ain't real, ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (uh huh)

I f*ck with King and Dill for real, so free BB (free BB)
I was getting some Lip Service just like GiGi (just like GiGi, yeah)
I remember a bitch curved me, then I had a three piece (had like three, yeah)
Talking 'bout the same time, my future bright no TV (this ain't TV)
Get off my dick, bitch, damn hoe I gotta pee pee (I gotta pee one time)
I had a shootout, who pick the youngins up? That was Neek Neek
Keep gettin' this paper, I don't want ya talking 'bout free me
But a nigga tried, damn, guess you just got to freebie
If I'm hoppin' outside of a Phantom
40, inside of my hand
Ballerinas on me keep on dancing
Trappin' outside of Atlantic
Send my lil' bitch to go grab it
Gettin' to the money a habit
She be ocean wet she the Atlantic
Got another hoe stuck on the campus
She be mixing her drink with the addy
She be like, "Trouble come back 'cause my panties wet"
I just want the paper, baby, swear I'm not a fan of that
Yuh, yuh, yuh, 'cause then you gon' want shit free
And I gotta get my cheese
It's different if you was my bitch
I'ma bless you, yes indeed

Hey
No strings attached, okay
Okay, Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay
Okay, don't go to looking strange when I go tat your face
I don't look like that when you be asking me 'bout racks, okay
(I don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (uh huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (uh huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh huh)
These niggas ain't real, ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (uh huh)

Plain Jane on my wrist a Hellcat, okay
Gas, Kenmore Stove, pass me that Old Bay
Rolls Truck orange seats, sit on that OJ
You ain't gettin' no paper, you ain't got no say
Call us sidelines niggas 'cause we not gon' play
We stand up guys 'cause we not gon' lay
A bunch of S Curl niggas how we not gon' spray
Yeah, we saw who did it but we not gon' say
Hoppin' up out of of the Dawn
Boxers are Louis Vuitton
I put the grind on the map
That why they call me the Don
I put the light on the streets
That why they call me the G.O.A.T.
If it's a hustler parade
They gotta make me a float
Tell 'em I said it, I meant it, I quote it
Put the city on the map and they know it
Seven days out of the week wear black
Seven days out of the week stay strapped
Top down ridin' down Old Nat
Brave game, big clip ball bat
First mil' made that, no rap
Put the trap on the map, no cap

Hey
No strings attached, okay
Okay, Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay
Okay, don't go to looking strange when I go tat your face
I don't look like that when you be asking me 'bout racks, okay
(I don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (uh huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (uh huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh huh)
These niggas ain't real, ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (uh huh)

Ayy
Let's go

Mariel Orr, Jay Jenkins

The duration of Medusa is 3:46 minutes and seconds.