[Chorus: Abby Jasmine]
You ain't used to the shit I'm doin', ain't you?
Used to the way I drip
You ain't used to them cameras flashin' on you
Used to them in your face
You so used to them bitches tryna get you
All up in your feelings
You ain't used to the shit I'm doin' (No, oh)
Used to the way I'm movin'
[Verse 1: Abby Jasmine]
And I come through with the flex like, "Who bought it?"
Rent paid beforehand, Gucci my body
He used to girls who only give brain, not knowledge (Hey)
Met me, now I'm in his heart, Phil Collins
Sweat me, runnin' for my love while I'm drivin' (Skrrt)
A Bentley down the boulevard in Cali (Yup)
Drip hard, need a jet-ski
I don't really kick it with no bitches, Jet Li (Yeah)
Swaggin' every day, I been on a flex spree
Say you want a new broad, but need her just like me (Like me)
Never give credit, bitch, I'd rather pay cash (Cash)
Rather get head while I'm smokin' good gas (Gas)
Never switch like my favorite lunch in the bag (Yeah)
New York bitch, he like when I'm deadass
Saw me in reality, that ass still fat
Never met a bitch like that, okay
[Chorus: Abby Jasmine & Guapdad 4000]
You ain't used to the shit I'm doin', ain't you?
Used to the way I drip
You ain't used to them cameras flashin' on you
Used to them in your face
You so used to them bitches tryna get you
All up in your feelings
You ain't used to the shit I'm doin' (Yeah), oh no
Used to the way I'm movin' (It's a check)
[Verse 2: Guapdad 4000]
I can really say that I'm used to the stuff
You do when we uh, like it when you doin' it rough
I'm tryna get it all on cam like Snow on tha Bluff
I want inside of your jeans, so I go in the cuff
I'm tryna beat it up like J-Lo in that movie Enough
I box it up like I'm movin' with trucks
It fuck me up, I'm not usually stuck, but this time, baby
Shit, huh, got a nigga sayin', "Oh no"
I'm not accustomed, make some adjustments
Gotta have that water, baby, rowboat
Niggas ain't tusslin', rustlin'
Quarrelin', and squabblin', they comin' in with four-fours
Bet you ain't used to that (Yeah)
No, you ain't use to cats who ain't usin' cash (Swipe)
When them lights will flash
We gon' use the dash on they stupid ass (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus: Abby Jasmine]
You ain't used to the shit I'm doin', ain't you?
Used to the way I drip
You ain't used to them cameras flashin' on you
Used to them in your face
You so used to them bitches tryna get you
All up in your feelings
You ain't used to the shit I'm doin' (No, oh)
Used to the way I'm movin' (No)
[Post-Chorus: Abby Jasmine]
Used to the way I'm movin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Used to the way I drip
[Verse 3: Abby Jasmine]
And I don't lie
I can never compromise with a nigga who ain't on my time
I like my Belaire with no ice
Why you tryna fight all the time? What the fuck, you Mike Tyson?
Lil' tan mami, but the shoes is Off-White, yeah
Rare little bitch, so he really tryna wife it
You ain't used to shit like you still wearin' diapers
I been in my bag, gettin' chips, gettin' wiser
You could be my nigga, be my man, be my geyser
You could be whatever, baby, if you love me proper
I don't ever trip, no doctor
I know you ain't used to the drip, don't turn off the faucet, yeah
[Chorus: Abby Jasmine]
You ain't used to the shit I'm doin', ain't you?
Used to the way I drip
You ain't used to them cameras flashin' on you
Used to them in your face
You so used to them bitches tryna get you
All up in your feelings
You ain't used to the shit I'm doin' (No, oh)
Used to the way I'm movin'
