Of Course (feat. Tae Money)

Bag touch, now rap bitches wanna act up

Fast somethin', I wanna fuck bitch like ass up

Six ten, ashes and this the big Benz

Switched friends, I fucked her, I wanna fuck her

You cuffed her, gave her your last but I fucked first

Top ten, too many dubs, I don' dropped ten

Drop pins, watch out for Shep and watch us show out

You got yours, I got mine, let's have a blowout

I know why, **** hatin' on me but before I

Slow down, I'ma burn this bitch up then

Turn this bitch up, three-fifty cash for like six months

Bitch, what? Get off my ass, I might take somethin'

Tripp saw you, that's a neck, that's a neck

Apple had it, never gave it back, ****, no cap

I was doin' 80 out the trap, this before rap

I retired killin' in '010, you should know that

But I'll go back, shout out that pole, bitch, I blow that

What's up with cuz? What's up with blood? I still fuck with thugs

Me and Wod, both out the window, "****, don't move"

We want greens, I want blues, we both work fools

Boy, you a fool, think I ain't got the J's for the eight

Up early, catch a plane, **** finished, smh

I still got 'em textin' Nate, I serve out of Section 8

**** callin' us for the opps, like they investigate

In gloves, I don' hit 'em twenty times like I'm Gary Payton

And I was only fuckin' on you, baby, why you say we dating?

Now you know I got a bitch, so why you say that?

Only thing you did was eat this dick off in the Maybach

Two-thousand for the pussy? I ain't gon' pay that

Unless you bad, you got some nice titties and some ass

Got Chanel, Dior and Louis, Gucci for you

I steal with killers so you already know how we move

I get block fresh off, I turn one into two

Them **** say, "Big A", but now the club's full of fools

We blow chops, SIG and Glocks, kid you not

Erry' modern **** get thumped, on mox

Five hundred profit, I'm Frank more than Sinatra

Fully auto choppers, I'm spinnin' mans with bottles

Send her to the doctor, that pussy wasn't smellin' proper

And on my daddy mama, I know the **** that shot me

So when I do him bad, don't be textin' me I'm wildin'

Bitch, everyone know I'm still childish, bitch