| How you keep tryna make me fuck but you don’t even wan' suck? |
| Both of my pockets they stuffed, uh |
| Bank account tryna erupt (Woah, yeah) |
| I can never go bankrupt (Woah, yeah) |
| I put your bitch in the tub, yeah |
| I don’t believe in good luck (Yeah, I don’t) |
| Knuck if you buck, make her nut (What? What?) |
| She never slept in my house (House) |
| Hit it twelve times in my own Bentley truck, yeah |
| I just get geeked off the drugs, yeah |
| Sometimes I check on my plug, yeah |
| I get money with some Crips, yeah |
| I get money with some Bloods, yeah |
| What you don’t know? Uh |
| You ain’t never seen my other side |
| Complexion, that’s from my mother’s side |
| Don’t got the ways to my brother’s side (No) |
| I will give you almost everything (Everything) |
| You don’t have to just take some of mine (No) |
| Rockin' VETEMENTS from the summer line (Summer line) |
| And you know it is the Wintertime (Yeah) |
| I get the bands, count the blue cheese (Woo), I do that shit for fun (Slatt, |
| let’s go, fun) |
| For every mill' I pop a pill, I do that shit 'til I’m dumb (Dumb, dumb) |
| I had your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One, one) |
| Smokin' a Back' full of that gas, almost lost my lung (My lungs) |
| I don’t smoke trash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk (Skunk, skunk) |
| 1600, got a couple opps in the city and they all gon' hunt (Uh, huh) |
| The FN-57 all on my waist, there’s no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk) |
| You keep tryna make me wan' cuff, but you playin' with my love (Yeah) |
| You keep tryna make me wan' cuff, but you playin' with my love (Cuff, uh) |
| You keep tryna make me cuff, but you playin' with my love (Cuff, why?) |
| I don’t need to cover my jeans, why would I make a thot, uh, my queen? |
| (My queen) |
| She wanna fuck my team, I could blow that bitch to smithereens (Let's go) |
| I said fuck your team, we pulled up just like the Marines (The Marines, yeah) |
| Nigga don’t want no beef, I ain’t never ever eatin' no Jimmy Dean’s, yeah |
| Yeah, as far as I go to pop a bean |
| She sniff coke, that lil' bitch a fiend, yeah |
| Yeah, she not countin' money |
| Not crack cards, but she know now |
| , ayy |
| Y’all niggas, y’all too funny |
| Jim Carrey me, myself and Irene (Irene) |
| I might start sellin' trees, just the way I always got leaves |
| I might start sellin' plants, just the way your bitch ate up the seed (Yeah) |
| Chanel pearl came out a clam, this shit on my neck look like beads, ayy |
| I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun (Yeah, yeah, |
| let’s go, fun) |
| For every mill' I pop a pill, I do that shit 'til I’m dumb (Dumb-dumb) |
| I had your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One, one) |
| Smokin' a Back' full of that gas, almost lost my lung (My lungs) |
| I don’t smoke trash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk (Smell like |
| skunk) |
| 1600, got a couple opps in the city and they all gon' hunt (Frrah) |
| The FN-57 all on my waist, there’s no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk) |
| You keep tryna make me wan' cuff, but you playin' with my love (Love) |