Dang no lie

**** ain't street he a doll like cabbage patch

Stick in the front not the back (Uh)

This shot gun got a pump like asthma attack

Big Yay going broke yeah imagine that

I can't, yeah, matter of fact

Same shit you call racks

I fuck her off the sacks

Same bitch no hair this facts

Might just start selling calico we having wax, say we having body's (Say what)

(Who shay, what?) we having body's, say a like Cyrus we having Miley

Just keep quiet if you hear the sirens

How you gone cuff if she having mileage?

I'ma tire her ****, drive yo a hoe crazy (Yeah)

You get rich gone trap me out

Maybe serving this white loose whip like slavery

Country ass hoe she thick like gravy

Should've know play for a **** like safety

I'm tryna dunk on a op like JD serve a three five in the thunder like KD

Still the same **** this money can't make me

He need to get off yo ass lil **** you lazy

Say 'm tryna make me big while thuggin in DA they think I signed to baby

Lil baby be having paper like pages already know you

Lil **** fugazy

Just took the dick out the glizzy and put in a tittie

I just turned the Glock to a lady

I beat the pot till it lock up on

Saftey sippin this syrup this wok like maple trap going crazy

I might need a pager phone keep ringing I might just engage her

Like how the Glock fit like it's tailored

Don't drop them boxes in front of the neighbors

She say that I'm toxic lick on her naval

Won't play about her won't play about my big gun

Put a hole in his ass like a bagel

(Don't spray) no other bitch if it ain't her

Where the love at? Think there ain't none

Ain't got no heart my shit turnt off

But she say I smash she turn on

Brand new Glock this shit here hold month a long

Don't known for them bags we deliver Digiorno

Fuck her best friend I'ma sell this shit front row

Tell my lil potna to cool off because he hot, my jewelry froze

She look like a beat box so many colors my jeweler a peacock

If you selling input them boys on yo ass like some Levi's

**** ain't street he a doll like cabbage patch

Stick in the front not the back (Uh)

This shot gun got a pump like asthma attack

Big Yay going broke yeah imagine that yeah

I can't matter of fact

Same shit you call racks

I fuck her off the sacks

Same bitch no hair this facts

Might just start selling calico we having wax say we having body's (Say what)

(Who shay, what?) we having body's say a like Cyrus we having Miley

Just keep quiet if you hear the sirens

How you gone cuff if she having mileage?

I'ma tire her **** drive yo a hoe crazy

Yeah you get rich gone trap me out

Maybe serving this white loose whip like slavery (Whip like slavery)

Shit getting crazy