[Intro: Latto]
\nHitmaka
\nN-N-Nonstop
\nYeah
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\n[Chorus: Latto]
\nI ain't fuckin' with no thot box
\nMake him eat it in the drop-top (Skrrt)
\nThink she ill, but she not hot
\nRacks comin' in nonstop (Yeah)
\nBig rocks on that crop-top (Rocks on that crop-top)
\nI took his Benz to the chop-shop (Ooh)
\nHe ain't fuckin' with no thot box
\nI'm gettin' topped in a drop-top (Mmh)
\n
\n[Verse 1: Young M.A]
\nShe high class, Henny in her wine glass
\nCloset full of shoes and design bags
\nShe got a name, but everybody call her fine ass (Why?)
\nWith that fine ass (Ooh)
\nAin't even gotta see her top half
\nForeign and a foreign, she a mix breed (She a mix breed)
\nHips on parentheses (Parentheses)
\nIf she drive stick, it's a six speed (Skrrt)
\nYellow in the inside, Swiss cheese (Ooh)
\nVroom vroom, and that pum-pum on pooh-pooh
\nShe got that wet wet, we gon' have the best sex
\nI'ma kill the kitty, that’s a death threat (That's a death, ooh)
\nSo you can say we fuckin' on her deathbed (Ooh)
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\n[Verse 2: Chinese Kitty]
\nWack bitch call and said she want her boo back
\nSend that nigga home, pussy juice on his durag
\nI ain't gotta suck dick for no verse
\nIf I put money on your head, then put money in my purse, bitch
\nNigga slid in my DM with the blue check
\nOnly want them blue racks, nigga, you can keep that
\nMake the nigga go down, tell him eat that
\nHad the nigga singin' to my pussy like Keith Sweat
\nThis ain't no motherfuckin' thot box
\nPussy had a nigga sweatin' like a hot box
\nHe be searchin' for that pussy like wifi
\nRich nigga, eight figure, that's my type
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\n[Verse 3: Dreezy]
\nThought he was catfished, I look better off of IG (My pretty ass)
\nLet him slurp out the box like a Hi-C
\nI'm with my bloods and that pump like an IV
\nFull course meal, your main nigga my side piece
\nPlay with me, you off more than just pot smoke (Stupid)
\nNigga thinkin' he a player, he a thot though (Hah)
\nShawty rent late but flying out to Cabo (What?)
\nI'm just sayin', you gotta watch hoes (Got to)
\nGot ten star credit, my pictures don't need no editin'
\nThat work still sellin', my pussy, ain't no comparison (Uh-huh)
\nHe hit it once, nigga thought I sold crack
\nWhen he hit it doggystyle, grab his balls from the back, yeah
\nThree G's and a blunt for the hot spot
\nIf it ain't head, leave it read, that's a cock block, yeah (Bye)
\nNow this thot want a shot
\n'Fore I even get to pour up, she suckin' out the top (Damn)
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\n[Verse 4: Dream Doll]
\nYou don't eat it, you don't beat it, I say that 'cause I mean it
\nTreat the pussy like the paper, don’t let nothin' come between it
\nCall my box Medusa, you get hard when you see it
\nI might put it on the app, you gotta download and stream it
\nWanna beat it, wanna skeet it, spend a rack (Spend a rack)
\nI told him throw them hundreds if you want me throw it back
\nI get face in the Phantom and get brains in the back
\nHe say he don't be on head, but we all know he cap (You cap)
\nNow back to the track, I'm rollin' in my droptop (Skrrt)
\nAnd my titties sittin' pretty in my crop-top (Hey, hey)
\nNigga say he tryna get up in that thot box (Ah)
\nBut you be fuckin' anything that walk, you got thot cock (Nigga)
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\n[Chorus: Latto]
\nI ain't fuckin' with no thot box
\nMake him eat it in the drop-top (Skrrt)
\nThink she ill, but she not hot
\nRacks comin' in nonstop (Yeah)
\nBig rocks on that crop-top (Rocks on that crop-top)
\nI took his Benz to the chop-shop (Ooh)
\nHe ain't fuckin' with no thot box
\nI'm gettin' topped in a drop-top (Mmh)\n\n
