Tryna get geeky I'm pouring a four She throwin' it back I'm tryna see more

If I'm in that party I'm clutching that pole If she in the party she off of the blow

I'm good anywhere that I wanna go I'm good I got a stick gotta pole

I'm good I told ya

Worried bout nun

I know you jus heard those lil muh fuckin drums

Bitch im with Clayco Im finna cut up

Like I'm squeeze Benz in New York She wanna fuck she wanna fuck

She wanna fuck yes of course She wanna fuck she wanna fuck

She wanna fuck yes of course She in bed with me beat up her cat

Muhammad Ali I'm out with the gang like saints row 3

I'm on that Grind Skate 3 I'm in that time carti

I keep an nine on me I know I muh fuckin' get it

If I want that bag I'm pullin' out hundreds and fifties

Know what I want she gon' give it she starin me down

The hoe she pulled out her titties

Treat my lil bitch like she wearin' a muh fuckin' crown

That hoes the queen to my city know that I fuck wit her

Spend a whole band on that bitch in the South Park

Fuckin' my lungs up its getting so hard to jus breathe

I might need me an inhaler oh my God no I'm not worried about him

That AR gon' fuck up lil' buddy

Bitch I get whole lotta bags and whole lotta cash

No lackin' I'm ridin' with somethin

Know it's not shit that pull out a band in this bitch

Then go walk off with your woman

Know it's not shit to light up a blunt in this bitch

Then start me that huffing and puffin

I'm with dis bitch she eatin' da dick so good so good

My shit like a muffin

I do not care bout that threat that Lil' Boy making

'Cause he can get baked like a muffin

hooo 10 4 I need me a bad hoe

What's up with that bag? What's up with that cash flow

On my way to Paris I got pairs of some rick owens

She all in my head it's not fair I still think about her

But it do not matter but it do not matter

But it do not matter but it do not matter

So long be gone

So long be gone

So long be gone