| Stunt when I walk through |
| My baby don’t jump for no come through’s |
| I’m blunt when I want you |
| Hit once quick runtz I could talk to |
| Think I’m capping, bitch I don’t have friends |
| She got on Rag pants, it’s from her last man |
| Sound like a whole lotta boogers in a napkin |
| That ain’t my business, I ain’t asking |
| I know you want a nigga with his head screwed fully on |
| Lay the outfit on the bed 'fore I put it on |
| If I bring her through I got my friends yelling put me on |
| If you let her go and then I get it then it’s good as gone |
| I say |
| Same choppa just a different issue |
| And I don’t like the way the nigga did you |
| It’s only right to make the split official |
| Is if you take it with you |
| Say |
| We should rob your ex nigga ex nigga |
| I’m talking bout that nigga that nigga |
| Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha |
| Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said |
| We should rob your ex nigga yes nigga |
| I don’t like the way he texting ya |
| 44 bulldog, I’m a pet sitter |
| Them broads say you need a nigga who gon step witcha |
| In broad day, broad day light |
| I’m popping but I might just take a picture ayo |
| I’m single but I might just do it witcha ayo |
| My choppa but she cock it like she miss it ayo |
| My profit but I might get her the richard ayo |
| Stamped for me, she run them bands for me |
| And now she wanna throw this g-lock in her gram story |
| Couple hoopers in her comments getting cute for it |
| Two pointers, nigga do me foul then we can shoot for it |
| Ay, I’d die for the guys |
| Shorty wanna risk her life for the vibes |
| Take a nigga watch, don’t die for the ice |
| Plus you know that shit gon' look fly on my live, mhmm |
| You ain’t pay her no mind nigga |
| You was flexing knowing that she mine nigga |
| And she was running that shit back to my nigga |
| And we got you lined nigga |
| Say |
| We should rob your ex nigga ex nigga |
| I’m talking bout that nigga that nigga |
| Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha |
| Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said |
| We should rob your ex nigga yes nigga |
| I don’t like the way he texting ya |
| 44 bulldog, I’m a pet sitter |
| Them broads say you need a nigga who gon' step witcha |
| In broad day, broad day light |