Yeah, **** wanted beat so we gave it

**** wanted heat so we gave it

Iced out, new watch, no saving, uh

My pockets still going through inflation

Why these **** still tapping in they savings?

Why these **** still ratting, telling statements?

Clam pie colored coupe, me and Stacey

Dash on a bitch, I don't care if **** hate me

Eight-six lift, no belt, no safety

Bag on a bitch if the bitch wanna chase me

She wanna fuck, but that bitch not a ten though

Please back up, bitch, hands out the Benzo

Bitch got mad, quit staining my window

Bitch tryna brag but you lamer than your friends, ho

Creepy ass ho tryna fuck

I ain't worry 'bout a ho or a slut

**** really want smoke so it's up

It's quiet, so when you **** really pullin' up?

You lying, so why you **** really think you tough?

You dying 'cause I be talking shit and now it's stuck

How you upgrade your life and be stuck in the same place

Broke in the same place?

How you do shit for so damn long, and be stuck in the same place

Living at the same rate?

It's dead, we throwin' it out

Can't get it myself, then we going without

Be hard in the streets and be hard in the mouth

He talking the shits but we callin' him out

Wordplay slicker than juice

On my worst day, I'm prettier than you

Want a beat so we send him to Zeus

New Glock sitting right in my coupe

Oh, my God, wait, hold on, oops

Oh, my God, wait, hold on

Warm it up

Oh, my motherfucking God, no, he didn't

It's Kodie K-K's

No need to talk shit, 'cause your boyfriend jealous

She say that I'm selfish

Ain't no need to get mad with no ass, he a pelvis

Bih, that ass going down

Got my headphones beating, ba-dun-dun-dun-dun

Beat that ass till they down

No need for the Glock, no need for the drum