The guts look like butter pecan I'm ridin' in that motherfuckin' Porsche Cayenne

Standin' on the couch, 5,000 ones in my hand She wanna dance on me, but I don't wanna throw no bands

She wanna twerk on me, I got her ass all in

my hands She got a BBL, I'm finna grab it, man

Ridin' with the roof open, blowin' like a ceiling fan

My ex mad Im in a coupe, this bitch the same color soup

My new bop, just wanna hit the function drink some jungle juice

When I see my eaters out, you already know what I say (hoody hooo)

Dog shit in my account, I hope the joker don't rob the bank

I hotbox before the first link, she said my shirt stank

But the off-white and exotic's the same price the rent she pay

I'm wearin' flip-up glasses, I drip like Dwayne Wayne

It's A Different World, the shit these hoes be on today

I pull up I'm in a, ah ah, goddamn, ah, ah I pulled up I'm in the, ah, damn

Black and red coupe, look like Mike Vick Same color Harley Quinn, we in the stu

When I pull up outside, you can hear me, cause the engine blew

Yo bitch a hoe, she on the blade **** talkin' crazy, ah, ah, hit the blade

Boss up on yo bitch, got me countin' racks She got a double chin, but her ass still fat

Bro woke up the middle of the party like, where my cup at

I woke up without no ass to feel on, where my slut at

You ain't never got no glory, ****, where your guts at

This whip ain't got no traction, cause that's where the torque at, ah, ah

Too many Indians, like where the chiefs at

Be careful what you sow, cause you gon' have to reap that

Be careful what you put in her, cause she gon' keep that

In a V-series, this bitch handlin' like an acrobat

I never gave her love, cause I know you can't get no feelings back

We ragin' in the function, turn it up like Cactus Jack

He ragin' in the function, he can't get his baby back

The guts look like a pumpkin, it's the fruits of my labor

She fell victim to the streets, and you out here tryna save her

I'm gettin' high, it's a private number callin

Smokin' in a fishbowl, the whole world eyeballin

I don't trust her, but I'm still pullin' up, so I'm stalling

Said I'm five minutes away, but I done spent the block twice

Brown and beige guts, it look like red beans and rice

She think she got me on a string, lil' bitch, I'm high as a kite

You don't really cross my mind, I just need some head tonight

New Detroit, we peep everything, just like satellites