Aye

I ain't never need no handouts or no favors

Bitches talk crazy, treat em like Anita ima bake her

Ion steal but when it come to **** hoes ima take em

Ion wanna talk if it ain't about no paper

If it's smoke we gon air that bitch out like a vapor

Gen 5 glock Talen Horton Tucker for the Lakers

I done hit so many groupies no more hoes on my radar

They tryna treat me like a artist in the car i got an A&R

I just fucked her off a xan now she tellin me her favorite bars

Number one fan she keep saying I'm gon make it far

Humble ass **** I'm like yeah i hope so

At least a nine by my side when i drive Tony Romo

All my blicks got a big dick inside like they homo

Potato on the barrel now the bullets look like Jojo's

I might put a flash on it, let it shine like it's Coco

She tryna have my junior beat the pussy up like Roy Jones

Grains hit his brain like a tumor now they boy gone

Why the fuck they always spreading rumors but they don't know

Aye i know they hate to see me win while they lose they a poor sport

I'm just riding round wit my tool fuck a four door

I thought i was done wit juice, got to the stu and i poured more

On stage at the Mint you know i had to bring the gum in

You know i meant the gun in with the drum clip

Like SahBabii i just pulled up with a stick not no fun dip

I be in the booth talkin crunchier than sun chips

I'm like shout out to that one bitch

She turned me to a monster

Black tech fleece black piece sick i came Wakanda

I be pouring lines of the syrup but no Aunt Jemima

Chop got kick it get rousey like it came with Ronda

Uh aye, why the fuck all my dawgs tryna snake me shit crazy cause they ain't the Mamba

Bitches tryna fuck and have my baby they can't be the momma

Seen 100 boes wrapped inside a truck but it ain't a Tonka

My clip look like a comma

Let it spit, it sound like a Lama

I'm a cool **** i be chillin ion want no drama

But i ain't duckin shit i bet this stick probably solve my problems

I'll send em straight to hell with my shells but i'm not Obama