| My newest bitch say that she got it, ya dig |
| Show me your mail, I put my stick in, ya dig |
| I want that pussy, cause it’s as tight as a kick |
| Look at my rollie, it’s as cool as a fridge |
| Push your top back cause i feel like it a wig |
| I don’t know why, I don’t why, but I did |
| I don’t know why, I don’t why, yeah |
| But can you hurry up and buy, yeah |
| Graduated from Howard I’m the shit no bowel |
| Beat it up for an hour, she’s wet as a shower |
| Hoppin' out on them cowards with nothing but 'em whoppers |
| I’m a level 5 goblin |
| 30 deep, all them lil niggas be mobbin' |
| Have you ever seen a street geek barbarian |
| R-I-P Monroe no Marilyn |
| Give my mama everythin' nigga, evident |
| Aye, I ain’t goin' steady, but I’m ready |
| Let 'em bitches hit just like your necklace |
| We got blocks and we treacherous |
| Take your necklace, you neckless |
| Please stay outta my section, yeah |
| Pullin' out that choppa that moment that nigga get her, yeaah |
| My newest bitch say that she got it, ya dig? |
| Show me your mail, I put my stick in, ya dig? |
| I want that pussy, cause it’s as tight as a kick |
| Look at my rollie, it’s as cold as a fridge |
| Push your top back cause i feel like it a wig |
| I don’t know why, I don’t why, but I did |
| I don’t know why, I don’t why, yeah |
| But can you hurry up and buy, yeah |
| God, got this gas, blowin' so hard |
| Call a nigga shrimp, that’s a po’boy |
| Thy gon' make us let the windows down on a Rolls Royce |
| Hustle hard, I keep that 44., got a dick |
| Bitches get round me they sneezin', jewelry game sick |
| I love mud, I done poured the deuce up so slick |
| Hop up in my car, now lick and go sit on the stick |
| Put the marker on 'em niggas and see if they real |
| I’m out in Texas, buyin' pint, keep this shit trill |
| I got ashes droppin' on the Bentley steerin' wheel |
| Xan got me feel like I’m on a Ferris wheel |
| They came 'round the neighborhood with that fire paint |
| He got 'em on drop top just like a stingray |
| My nigga came with 'em bails, that shit was green day |
| I play the star role juggin' like in a screenplay |
| God |
| My newest bitch say that she got it, ya dig? |
| Show me your mail, I put my stick in, ya dig? |
| I want that pussy, cause it’s as tight as a kick |
| Look at my rollie, it’s as cold as a fridge |
| Push your top back cause i feel like it a wig |
| I don’t know why, I don’t why, but I did |
| I don’t know why, I don’t why, yeah |
| But can you hurry up and buy, yeah |