Yuh, she keeps texting me but I don't text her back, oh no

I be sippin' on that lean, straight from at the promethazine, I'm gone

Yuh, yo, hoe, all my line she texted back cause she don't want your ass, oh no

Bitch, you throw the guns but your gun don't got no ammo

I pop a Perkin, go on a drill, I'm actin' crazy, so low-co

You fling your wrist over that bitch, but she don't want your ass, no more

I'm a skimmer, we talk for this bread, there you go

Shut up, bitch, I know what you did, walk in the store with the Glock in the seat

Make that boy disappear like Houdini, I hop in the whip, put you a button new 'ghini

Talkin' crazy, we fill him with lead, put in a hole in his beanie

Put his lil' gay ass straight to bed, we know that his pussy ass was sleepy

I'm in that bitch, make a ton of money, shot his lil' gay ass for lookin' funny

Pussy boy, he got a sent of the ER, his outcome lookin' iffy

Bitch, I'm a demon, on Madden, pop out a Glock, and get sticky

I'm takin' and gun and, I'm beatin' yo' bitch from the back, it's nothing

All of you claiming cap rap, bitch, I ain't bluffin