God damn I'm killing them baby

Shit ain't been the same since I whipped this Mercedes

Now these lil bitches wanna fuck and have babies

Know these chains blinging but don't look at me crazy

You see this fit Got damn

You see my whips Got damn

I whip my wrist Got damn

You see my bitch Got damn

You see this fit got damn

You see my whips got damn

They on my dick got damn

You see my bitch got damn

Real trap **** keep the glock on my nightstand

Your favorite rapper can't fuck a bitch I know that I can

**** try to play me swear to god that he a dead man

But I want the money and all the good pussy I can

Started from the bottom I can't ever be no basic ****

Whip so fast I Bet 12 won't even chase a ****

How you sleep on me imma bad mother fucker

Catch me in a foreign smoking gas and burning rubber

Trap star trying to fuck you like a porn star

Tried to bring her to the crib she ain't make it past this foreign car

Imma star fucking right imma star

If you tell me no I'm not then imma fuck your bitch tomorrow

**** clam that they got my back but they ain't really down tho

Gave that bitch my love and my trust but she a clown hoe

**** started poppin but I still be around a tho

**** run up he'll get these whole 30 rounds bro

God damn I'm killing them baby

Shit ain't been the same since I whipped the Mercedes

Now these lil bitches wanna fuck and have babies

Know these chains blinging but don't look at me crazy

You see this fit Got damn

You see my whips Got damn

I whip my wrist Got damn

You see my bitch Got damn

You see this fit got damn

You see my whips got damn

They on my dick got damn

You see my bitch got damn

Oh girl I'm killing them dead

Bout to kill that pussy like it fucked up my bread

Bouncing in the club bottles straight to the head

Bounce that ass to my voice and I'm throwing you bread

Keep it cool all winter it's getting hot I'm bout to air it out mad

All you want but bitch I'm poppin you gone hear me out

Bitches call me cocky that's my name bitch don't you wear about

Hate is free promotion I'm the only thing they talking bout

I'm just as icy and as handsome as I wanna be

So my suggestion that you throw that pussy don't you front on me

Fuck ya bitch and then drop her back off wit some groceries

Three M popping champagne come have a toast wit me

You ain't fucking wit a lame you fucking wit the best

Let them panties hit the floor and snatch that shirt up off ya chest

Now days bitches rather hit me than the lotto

Money over bitches gone forever be the motto

God damn I'm killing them baby

Shit ain't been the same since I whipped the Mercedes

Now these lil bitches wanna fuck and have babies

Know these chains blinging but don't look at me crazy

You see this fit Got damn

You see my whips Got damn

I whip my wrist Got damn

You see my bitch Got damn

You see this fit got damn

You see my whips got damn

They on my dick got damn

You see my bitch got damn