Don't make him mad, he'll put a side bitch on you

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em

You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf

You made him mad, he put you right back where you started

Wheezy Beatz

Ain't got no more wristbands—, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, boutta stack up my figures, aye, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Fuck you thought? Pussy ass ****

Hop off a jet, hop off a jet, hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt

Hop off a jet, hop off a jet, hop off a jet, hold on, hold on

Wheezy Beatz

Shot that boy so many times, he caught on fire

Every single night, I'm spittin' fire

Tryna count my profit, baby, watch 'em

I'm tired of one, I need to threesome

I need a threesome

Girl, give me a threesome

Three-three-three-three-three-three-threesome, aye

Push the head up and be strong

Every city I leave, I lean on (Yeah)

Ashes in the Bentley, I'm dead wrong

Wooden room in my Japanese home

Rockin' Guess in my Japanese drawers (Rockin' Guess)

My friends signed my Japanese wall (Yeah)

Vintage clothes, they kinda cost (Kinda cost, aye)

I think you lost, baby girl, I think you lost, but

Don't make him mad, he'll put a side bitch on you

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em

You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf

You made him mad, he put you right back where you started

Ain't got no more wristbands, but I got bands on me (Yeah)

Ain't got no more wristbands, but I got bands on me

I'm in love with my clan, boutta tat they names on me

You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me, and ain't got no scratches on me

I got a ratchet ho, and I got this ratchet on me

My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie (On God)

Aye, I ain't got no scratches nowhere

I got good skin like a Covergirl (Hey)

You can come and chill with me (Vibe with me)

Let's drink a pint of codeine (Lean, lean)

Plus when she on syrup, she a lil' easy

Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls with me

Enjoy the wealth until you're gone

Pillsbury Doughboy on strong

Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son

I put a puddle on the neck of my son

I got some Act, I got some red in my tummy

I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month (On God)

I got the Benz, still ain't traded in or nothin' (Skrrt)

I got like twenty cars, baby pick one

Don't make him mad, he'll put a side bitch on you

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em

You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf

You made him mad, he put you right back where you started

Ain't got no more wristbands, but I got bands on me (Yeah)

Ain't got no more wristbands, but I got bands on me

I'm in love with my clan, boutta tat they names on me

You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me, and ain't got no scratches on me

Got blood, right on my boots, mm

You kick 'em, that bitch the swoop, mm

How dare you, I keep the ruler, mm (Grrah)

My chains, I'm Rick the Ruler, mm

That's foreign, ain't old school, mm

We killin', ain't tryna sue you, mm

Came a long way from ramen noodles, mm

2017 Porshes zoom, mm

I see you eatin', girl, you full, mm-hmm

Got Molly in my Red Bull, uh-huh

I'm with the dogs, and, yeah, we cruel, uh-huh

Everything you do be fire like you, oh-oh

Don't make him mad, he'll put a side bitch on you

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em

You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf

You made him mad, he put you right back where you started

Wheezy Beatz

Ain't got no more wristbands—, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, boutta stack up my figures, aye, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Fuck you thought? Pussy ass ****

Hop off a jet, hop off a jet, hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt

Hop off a jet, hop off a jet, hop off a jet, hold on, hold on

Wheezy Beatz