Aw yeah, mhm, Big Rye So, so, so, so fly, huh huh Uh yeah, you ain't a real one, say what? Huh Stop acting like a bitch, you making my sugar low At the bar, flicking shit down like the liquor though No time for the crime, don't freak it though I'm sick of my time behind the sugar roll Ay, you making my sugar low At the bar, flicking shit down like the liquor though No time for the crime, don't freak it though I'm sick of my time behind the sugar roll I just wanna party, I just wanna party I just wanna party, I just wanna party Save up all that bullshit and, get out of my body It's giving pose for the camera, flick it up Your face on the ground, boy pick it up Ain't nobody around whose as sick as us She wanna piece of this shit she gotta pick it up Uh, if that's your bestie, gotta hype it up She hot, but I'm spicier Too hot to touch, yeah I'm a Pisces girl G-Girl, I heard you talking out the side of they necks I know they ain't talking less they talking 'bout checks Get the word, yeah, now they talking 'bout sex Don't get it twisted, I ain't trynna get big booties on tweak Faces they getting kinda weak, big booties on fleek They going all night like a paper roll Stop acting like a bitch, you making my sugar low At the bar, flicking shit down like the liquor though No time for the crime, don't freak it though I'm sick of my time behind the sugar roll Ay, you making my sugar low At the bar, flicking shit down like the liquor though No time for the crime, don't freak it though I'm sick of my time behind the sugar roll