Tuesday

[Intro]
(Babe, wake up, Duwap posted)

[Verse]
I be wit' the thugs
Yes, I’m doin' drugs
Your bitch ass could get a slug
Yes, my cup is filled up
Yes, my cup is filled up
Yeah, I think I got a deal
Yeah, I got her like [?]
Think you better move right 'fore yo bitch ass get fucked up
Goin’ up Tuesday night, goin' up in the club
If I ain't had this designer shawty probably woulda ducked
Woulda fucked yo bitch ass, man, she prolly wit' a thug
I'm highly off these drugs
'Member I was a bum
Man, I ain't have a crumb
And you ain't have a clue what the fuck I went through
Nigga, how I went dumb
Bitch, I’m from the slums
You sleep on me, stay slump, yeah
K wit’ a pump, yеah
Put you in a trunk, yeah
I'm in her camera roll so shе put me in a dump, yeah
I just wanna love you, let you hold my forty
At the shootin’ range, babygirl, you could record me
Got me a bankroll, gave some to the bros
And you fuckin' wit' them other ho's
[?]
Yeah, baby, I throw up the fours
Took the tag off yo clothes
Ridin’ 'round, wit' a fuckin' snub nose
Bitch, I'm Mr. Sell Out Shows
My nigga trapped in wit' the bowls
Trap hard, throw his ass an elbow
She never seen this shit before
She shakin' ass, she know how to get low
I fell in love wit' her soul
Not a stripper but I stay wit' a pole
Facebook, she tryna get poked
Gon' get popped, keep bein' a troll