Yah, bitch

Bitch

Getting money, you ain't nothing like me

If you ain't getting drank you ain't nothing like me

If you ain't seen a quarter millie, you ain't nothing like me

Type of hoes you wifing up, I be one nighting

Fast life, choppa on me ****

Got a flashlight

They gone take his life if I give them boys the greenlight

Jackboys they want everything so don't lack boy

Backstreet creeper, homemade sweeper

**** talking tough on the net

Can't wait to see ya

Would've thought that boy was car brakes

The way I bleed em

Bloodstains all on his shirt, dry cleaner

Gun powder look like paprika

Ha,ha

I'm just fucking with you kid

Don't take anything I say serious

Ha,ha

For all you know I'm probably just a bitch

So don't involve me when your pussy ass get blitz

Creeping through yo momma crib

Creeping through yo sister crib

Creeping through yo daddy crib

Fuck it, everyone get hit,

Hit, hit, hit, hit ,hit

Hit, hit, hit, hit ,hit

I'm just having fun, I'm just getting started

This ain't nothing yet

If you really think I'm wilding

The way my eyes rolling off these pills, I look retarded

Young fly **** I swear I don't need no stylist