Mansion party in Cali, Calabasas

On bitches' ass like balabasas (Like what?)

Pussy sweet like lefty taffy

We hand out L's, don't get called ass (Oh God)

Opps the red eyes, straight to traffic

Pumbell, straight to bitches (Hahaha, brrt, brrt, brrt, come on)

Pumbell, straight to bitches' ass

These **** come and go

My trap still roll, I'm still gon' stack my dough (Oh God)

Streets know I'm that bitch

One thing for sure, can't treat me like no hoe (Uh-huh)

And we take **** out

Like they ordered this beef shit to go (Let's go)

Cuttin' this pipe, make my shoulder lean

You'll think I was barfin' drunk (Oh God)

California bossin' over dinners

Bad bitch, a lot of love for her (Bad bitch, a lot of love)

Took some pills but I'm still winnin'

Turn myself into your plug, plug (Turn myself into your plug)

I just bust a drill with some thick shit (Yeah)

This Zydeco, got my wrist lit (Oh God)

You ain't one of mine, get your bitch hit (Yeah)

I put all my opps on a shit list (Pump it)

Got a brown bitch lookin' like a tiger

Hundred thousand up and I ain't need lines (Yeah)

This ho' all water like I'm fire fighter

Roll to thirty thousand, they don't tell time (Oh God)

I'll catch one, do the strikers

Choppa on me, I look like a biker (Ayy, ayy)

Ate the bitch up like a sniper (Yeah)

But she got a big Lisa Dine (Oh God)

Real gangster, put that on the Bible (Put that)

Play with fat, one of them **** dyin' (Yeah)

Cheated on her, she don't be outside (Yeah)

I wanna see the kid, I wanna see his spine (Oh God)

I got shit for sale, don't call this phone

Unless you buyin' (The fuck?)

Hold up, I couldn't see a picture with him no more, I went blind (I can't see it)

I ain't the type to cuff you, no way, ho

Go catch up with your kind

Ain't gon' tell no **** I love him

Well, I probably did, but I be lyin' (Hahaha)

Chains 'round my neck, hen' swangin', swangin' hen', they fine (Yeah, yeah)

Got Jackie in the booth, right now, I'm just in her rhyme (The perfect)

And I can't put no title on what we is, you might get too entitled (Yeah)

And I don't even like you, you just got a little money or whatever (Woof, woof, woof)

Won't catch me without my shooter

That's like watchin' Ken with no cap (Make the fuck?)

Christian on soda

Like, he been watchin' Ken and Kat (Like what?)

Everything bitches do, non-profit, they should work for the man (Bro)

And I don't ask him 'bout no other bitch at all, he know I keep it plain (True)

Damn, he dancin' like a ballerina (Alright)

Pipe spinnin', I just cut the dub (Shh)

Trap hotter than a jalapeno (I'm dyin')

Your hood was hot 'til I made it flood (Skrrt)

Lil' pocket filled with number blues

**** wasn't fan 'til I hit it good (I'm K.R.R.T)

Trap **** still a fuckin' scrub

I'ma shut up all them **** just because (Skrrt)

Damn, he dancin' like a ballerina (I'm dyin')

Pipe spinnin', I just cut the dub (Shh)

Trap hotter than a jalapeno (I'm dyin')

Your hood was hot 'til I made it flood (Skrrt)

Lil' pocket filled with number blues

**** wasn't fan 'til I hit it good (I'm K.R.R.T)

Trap **** still a fuckin' scrub

I'ma shut up all them **** just because (Skrrt)