My baby, look at the man you've become

Boop-boop-boop-boop

She suck the dick up, like she wanna fix it (Woah)

I'm on the road (Let's go), that's my mama, I miss her (Okay)

She throw that ass, damn (Let's go), I thought she was Christian (Yeah)

Snakes in the grass, I won't stop 'til they're hissin' (Blatt, blatt)

Fuck all that talkin', let's buck, quit the dissin' (Yeah)

And if you havin' that, number one trickin' (Let's go)

Double XL, I just doubled some chicken (Yeah)

I'm tryna put some new opps on the pendant (Boop-boop)

Bitch, you wan' fuck on me? Bet, we can kick it (Yeah)

Less of the talkin', and more of the lickin' (On God, yeah)

Percocet, I took like four of them bitches (Yeah)

Pussy-ass boy can't afford none of these riches (Yeah, okay)

She eat the dick, like she tryna eat me dickless (Yeah)

Movin' the dope up with both of my wrists (My wrists)

Cake up my neck, I can't have no ho, no kisses (Uh-huh)

In the front, drop me a tab, ain't no misses (Let's go)

I pull up on that lil' bitch like, "Hey, misses" (Okay)

This lil' ho got on some net like she fishin' (Okay)

Fuckin' these thots, I swear I'm too efficient (Okay)

And fuck all that rat shit, boy, come stand on business (On business, brrt)

I got some smoke for some **** who say they gon' kill us, but not really 'bout what they say (Yeah)

**** be internet typers, ain't havin' no striker, it's instantly war behind Che (Okay, brrt)

Pull your bag, get out the motherfuckin' way, yeah (Yeah)

Go and go do somethin' safe, yeah (Go do it)

Go put some racks in the bank, yeah (Go do that)

'Fore he come leave somethin' stank, yeah (Yeah)

Bitch, I've been sippin' on paint, yeah (On paint)

Fuckin' it, uppin' my rank, yeah (Yeah)

7.62s, ain't no blanks, yeah (Brrt)

.223s sounds like a tank (Boop-boop-boop-boop)

She suck the dick up, like she wanna fix it (Woah)

I'm on the road (Let's go), that's my mama, I miss her (Okay)

She throw that ass, damn (Let's go), I thought she was Christian (Yeah)

Snakes in the grass, I won't stop 'til they're hissin' (Blatt, blatt)

Fuck all that talkin', let's buck, quit the dissin' (Yeah)

And if you havin' that, number one trickin' (Let's go)

Double XL, I just doubled some chicken (Yeah)

I'm tryna put some new opps on the pendant (Boop-boop)

Bitch, you wan' fuck on me? Bet, we can kick it (Yeah)

Less of the talkin', and more of the lickin' (On God, yeah)

Percocet, I took like four of them bitches (Yeah)

Pussy-ass boy can't afford none of these riches (Yeah, okay)

She eat the dick, like she tryna eat me dickless (Yeah)

Movin' the dope up with both of my wrists (My wrists)

Cake up my neck, I can't have no ho, no kisses (Uh-huh)

In the front, drop me a tab, ain't no misses (Let's go)

I pull up on that lil' bitch like, "Hey, misses" (Okay)

This lil' ho got on some net like she fishin' (Okay)

Fuckin' these thots, I swear I'm too efficient (Okay)

And fuck all that rat shit, boy, come stand on business (On business, brrt)

I got some smoke for some **** who say they gon' kill us, but not really 'bout what they say (Yeah)

**** be internet typers, ain't havin' no striker, it's instantly war behind Che (Okay, brrt)

Pull your bag, get out the motherfuckin' way, yeah (Yeah)

Go and go do somethin' safe, yeah (Go do it)

Go put some racks in the bank, yeah (Go do that)

'Fore he come leave somethin' stank, yeah (Yeah)

Bitch, I've been sippin' on paint, yeah (On paint)

Fuckin' it, uppin' my rank, yeah (Yeah)

7.62s, ain't no blanks, yeah (Brrt)

.223s sounds like a tank