I'm never ever for the bitch over no **** (Sorry Jaynari)

I'm with my sister, keep it pimpin', trickin' ****

**** is, hood **** catchin' feelings (Woo)

Baby mamas startin' drama, man, I'm chillin'

Lil' bitch, you should ask 'em what the kid like

Man, you can have him, 'cause your ****, he don't eat it right

That pussy clean, keep it fresh like a suit and tie

Man, I don't want him, I just fuck him for the exercise

Let's keep it movin', pimpin'

Pull up, I just pop and go

We out this bitch like I robbed a store

I'm with the blade a bitch like I topped a ho

And if your friend jump in, I'ma pop the four

And it ain't no question when I bomb a ho

You get to talkin', I'ma walk it on another note

You say you with the shit, what you call your mama for?

Man, these basic-ass bitches so comical

And I'ma tell that lil' bitch

Why she lookin' at me crazy?

These hoes can't be serious

All hype, no gas, still talkin'

But I'ma have to put it like this

Tell a bitch run up

Let a bitch run up

Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up)

Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up)

****, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U

Ain't never trippin' 'cause I keep my shoes laced

And if I'm in some high heels, I'm stompin' out your face

Bitches gettin' on my nerves, think it's time I regulate

If she comin' at me sideways, I put her in her place

You could catch me on the swerve off of 94th and 8th

Keep some killers in my yard, quick to hop up out the gate

We gon' make 'em bring the bird out any time of day

Get to bustin', have 'em duckin', fuck 'em runnin', catch a case

Say how you want it, ****?

Pull up, whole squad dead, swat ****, it's murder gang

I'm a real one that don't need a feature, I'ma keep it short, won't mention names

I'ma show my ass to these ass eaters, pussy **** and wifebeaters

Ain't really with that gas, ****, I ride the beat, you sightseeing

I'm self-made, original, Inglewood if you didn't know

Don't worry 'bout if I'm gettin' mine, just focus on what you lackin', ho

We really 'bout that action, anywhere, we get it crackin'

You could catch me up in traffic, catch a head, I'm not your pappy, ****

Why she lookin' at me crazy?

These hoes can't be serious

All hype, no gas, still talkin'

But I'ma have to put it like this

Tell a bitch run up

Let a bitch run up

Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up)

Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up)

Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up)

Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up)

****, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, ****

Uh, to the chin

Better jab that bitch to the left

These bitches ain't got no hands

Talk that talk, then do your shit

And I'm thuggin' like uh, to the chin

I'ma jab that bitch to the left

These bitches ain't got no hands

Talk that talk, then do your shit

Tell that lil' bitch

Do she know who the fuck I am?

Bitch, I got seven felonies in motherfuckin' three counties

Let a bitch run up

****, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, ****

Naw, fuck you and your ****, bitch, I don't give a fuck

Bring your mama, your auntie, your daughter

All them motherfuckers get beat the fuck up

****, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, ****