They don't even know you on your block

He lame, he ain't gettin' no props

Everywhere you go, you shot

That **** broke, he ain't gettin' no guap

The hunnits I get it a lot,

Money over bitches, fuck on a thot

I got a brand new vibe,

My ex left, I took it on a hop

I'm like, it is what it is

The way that it's goin', leave it up to God

If I call up her phone, know she comin'

I told that bitch to put aside her pride

Pussy got nine lives, I beat it nine times

She fuck with me, I'm connected like Wi-Fi

When I pick up the money, she turnin' a blind eye

Said she like ballers, I turn into Bron-Bron

Im Smokin' gas like you leavin' the car on

Classy lil' hoe, suck dick with her bra on

That **** laced, I can tell that he far gone

I'm the real king and that ****, lord' Farquaad

Gave him a hand and he gave me the short arm

My shot is chicken, you could tell by the forearm Grab all the money, it's like I got four arms

Six hoes with me, it's like I'm a hexagon

Im runnin' shit, kinda like a marathon

This bitch is a fan, I think she know like every song

She told me that first link, her favorite song

When I hit from the back, that bitch sing along

On the first link, she let me beat up her box

Huh, I can't dance, cause I got the knocks

Wait, baby girl, is you with me or you not

I ain't payin' for p, I don't wanna shop

No im not Jada, I pull on her locks

I'm like Will for Jada, smack him on the spot

My block like summer this shit gettin' hot

Like Pat Benatar, hit me with your best shot