Ayy

Yeah

Why the fuck this **** tweakin'? He got one dread

Pop four tabs and I'm spraying, now they both dead

How the fuck yo' ass is talkin'? You got no bed

Why the fuck you scratchin' on yo' neck? I got no meds

Scamming all these banks with these fake checks, I got no fan

I'm smokin' on that lil' **** pack that's what my girl said

Bitch, I never leave that house without my knock out, ayy

Talkin' dummy, like I'm losing on that block-off, ayy

**** staying on my dick, it's like a top-off, ayy

Fuckin' bitches, no protection, got my socks off, ayy

Damn, I'm on my Britney shit, oops, I hit again

Yeah, I'm fucking up these bands like a molester in the pen

All these bitches postin' shit on Twitter, while they fucking thin

And they cutting all they self, and wonder why they got no man

I like to sip on tequila, when I'm watching down my percs

My bitch calling me a demon, ate her pussy out in church

Mini draco too big, she tryna tuck it in her purse

Put a thirty on a sig, watch in reverse, and **** birth, ayy

This a P320-Flux Legion

Clear shots on offense, you forgot to play defense

Paid off my foreign total, then the whip, I'm never lease

Everyday my money growing up, the funds never decrease, bitch

Ayy, and it's never going down

I put some titties on the chop', I walked in with a hundred rounds

White girl giving up the 'oochie, while she throw it 'round and 'round

Hawaiian Runtz inside this blunt, boy, we smoke it by the pound