Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bitch I'm just about it, and it's more than I will admit

With a .40 in my pocket, and some bitches and they topping

This song gon' make you bop it, your bitch just go and drop in

I told her just to hop in, and my Glock gon' get to popping

Bitch I'm just about it, and it's more than I will admit

With a .40 in my pocket, and some bitches and they topping

This song gon' make you bop it, your bitch just go and drop in

I told her just to hop in, and my Glock gon' get to popping

Imma run it up, pour my lean in cups, that's a hunnid bucks

Fuck it up, with a diamond truck, bitch just suck it up

Test your luck, try me with a .40 tucked, that's enough

See you struck, backseat shooting with a fucking giant buck

Imma pull up with a Glock, and my .40 gonna pop

With your brains all on your block, yeah your bitch is not your flock

Yeah, my team all at the top, and my speakers gonna knock

Imma grind I'll never stop, from the bottom to the top

Watch me move back, move back, with a smooth track, smooth track

Watch me do that, do that, bitch I knew that, knew that

I'm a ruthless, ruthless, fucking killer, killer

Watch the blood I fucking spill it like a thriller, thriller

Bitch I'm, bitch I'm 'bout it, these hoes know that I'm clouted

My-my money stacks like a mountain, at the top it ain't that crowded

Bitch I'm, bitch I'm 'bout it, You ain't nothing without it

Every dollar I made I still count it, I'm wearing shit you can't even pronounce it

Bitch I'm, bitch I'm, bitch I'm, bitch I'm up now, everybody used to hate but they switched up now

I spit that poison like an arrow, I'm twitched up now

Ain't need security in the club, I'm sticked up now

Blacked out coupe, like the Batmobile

Imma put you in your place, give a fuck how you feel

My brother keep an iron, bi-bi-bitch I keep that steel

My-my pockets look obese, his still looking for a meal

I'm that tag popping money, dropping player with a jag

Designer copping, never stopping, getting to the bag

I don't clock in, baby hop in, I got money like I'm flagg

When that choppa get to chopping, it gon' make his body lag, uh

Bitch I'm just about it, and it's more than I will admit

With a .40 in my pocket, and some bitches and they topping

This song gon' make you bop it, your bitch just go and drop in

I told her just to hop in, and my Glock gon' get to popping

Bi-bitch I'm just about it, and it's more than I will admit

With a .40 in my pocket, and some bitches and they topping

This song gon' make you bop it, your bitch just go and drop in

I told her just to hop in, and my Glock gon' get to popping