Boy Damn

[Intro: Saucy Santana]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
Talkin'-ass nigga, tired-ass nigga, back your ass up out my motherfuckin' face
(It's Trax season, bruh)

[Chorus: Saucy Santana]
Boy, damn, you talk too much (Talkin' ass)
Won't sweet talk these panties, nigga, you ain't clutch (Nah)
Boy, damn, why you lookin' so hard?
Won't save a tired-ass nigga, bitch, I ain't no lifeguard
Boy, damn, how you slippin' on your pimpin'?
Wake your drunk ass up, need to be tippin' not sippin'
Boy, damn, and you goin' out sad
I can't be caught up in your mess when you ain't got no bag

[Verse 1: Saucy Santana]
Shh, what you talkin' about?
I can't stand a nigga do too much with his mouth
I can't stand a nigga always lookin' for clout
I'm a self-made bitch and we don't do no handouts
Let me show you in the right direction
I need the money, I don't care 'bout the complexion (Nah)
Won't have me sittin' in the house cryin' and stressin'
While your broke ass outside Instagramin' and flexin'
Wah, wah, wah, here go your tired baby mama
I don't want this nigga, baby, spare me the drama (Yep)
Now that's the end of that, somebody show me the commas
Gotta private island me, not no cheap cruise to Bahamas

[Chorus: Saucy Santana]
Boy, damn, you talk too much (Talkin' ass)
Won't sweet talk these panties, nigga, you ain't clutch (Nah)
Boy, damn, why you lookin' so hard?
Won't save a tired-ass nigga, bitch, I ain't no lifeguard
Boy, damn, how you slippin' on your pimpin'?
Wake your drunk ass up, need to be tippin' not sippin'
Boy, damn, and you goin' out sad
I can't be caught up in your mess when you ain't got no bag

[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
Real bitch, what up? On the dick, cut up
You ain't spendin', boy, you trickin', tell that nigga "Shut up"
Put that pussy on a nigga, tell me, will you run your mouth?
All that talkin' like you got it, nigga, show me what you 'bout
Judge a nigga by his bitch, nigga, that's what you like?
You was talkin' like she raw, oh, nigga, that's what you hype?
Boy please, you can meet me on your knees
Use your mouth where it's needed, too much talkin' like it's sweet
Like boy, damn, need a pad for your period
Bad-ass weed you smokin', must got you delirious
Tell a bitch raised you, so nigga, fuck your mama
And fuck your kid's mama too, she act like it's a problem, fuck nigga

[Chorus: Saucy Santana]
Boy, damn, you talk too much (Talkin' ass)
Won't sweet talk these panties, nigga, you ain't clutch (Nah)
Boy, damn, why you lookin' so hard?
Won't save a tired-ass nigga, bitch, I ain't no lifeguard
Boy, damn, how you slippin' on your pimpin'?
Wake your drunk ass up, need to be tippin' not sippin'
Boy, damn, and you goin' out sad
I can't be caught up in your mess when you ain't got no bag

[Verse 3: Saucy Santana, Tokyo Jetz]
Standin' with my hand out, boy, hand it here
Cash App or cash out, let's make it clear
Keep it cute or you can mute it, green duck ass
Pussy way too good and bitch, you can't afford to come back
Hell nah, hell nah, bitch you playin', ain't no backtrack
Stupid lil' bitch, don't use your pussy for no get-back
'Tana, please let a nigga play with me
And I'ma go and fuck his daddy, have his mammy stalkin' me
Tokyo, bitch, you already know
If he ain't got a check, then he gotta hit the door
His old broke ass, nigga, get the door ass
I'ma need deposits if he think I'm finna throw ass (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Saucy Santana]
Boy, damn, you talk too much (Talkin' ass)
Won't sweet talk these panties, nigga, you ain't clutch (Nah)
Boy, damn, why you lookin' so hard?
Won't save a tired ass nigga, bitch, I ain't no lifeguard
Boy, damn, how you slippin' on your pimpin'?
Wake your drunk ass up, need to be tippin' not sippin'
Boy, damn, and you goin' out sad
I can't be caught up in your mess when you ain't got no bag

[Outro: Saucy Santana]
Hahahaha
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha) Saucy Santana in this bitch
Tokyo motherfuckin' Jetz and we jettin' on you talkin'-ass niggas
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Boy, damn