Bitch, you might think we playin' chase

Okay, hop out with it, Drake and Amy, everything but leg and waist

Okay, spray that bitch like a can of mace, we tryna hit you in the head and face

Yeah, don't switch, just turn that **** fit into some negligee

Free my young ****, they just came and got him for a fake

Don't give a fuck about with no feds, see, I'ma still talk this bitch like every day

Okay, roll runnin', hit the road for somethin', ****, I'ma go get the pay

Okay, just got back, just left the hay, okay, look up next day, hit time for bae

A lot of these **** ain't movin' no yay, just movin' they lips and got a lot to say

Okay, talkin' like he a bitch or somethin', that's what got your clock in Spain

Okay, we keep juice like we hear licks or somethin', ain't a day we ain't got to drink

I'm in shop, ****, you can cop a pint, my pocket's lookin' like I robbed a bank

We can tell you ain't get no money, ****, just lookin' at how your shoulder like

Okay, dirty sprite, you know it's spikes, sometimes I don't even pull with ice

All these medication I'm takin' daily, I'll probably never see a soul

Won't never see my name on no black and white, I ain't never gay, them people know it

They like Lil' Runny, where you been at, ****? Countin' up, throwin' dice

Dr. Junkies lookin' at me like Dolemite, they not like, show you right

Okay, dope fiends, they be wearin' this bitch with a load of pipe, it's not a whole inside

Fuck a ring, fuck, I look like Mariner, bitch, ****, there ain't no thorn, right?

****, fuck, I look like Holland White, okay, boy, I trust I'm a skater, bitch

Okay, fuck, I look like Cheetin' White when me and my glock are relationships

Okay, fuck, I look like leavin', all of this money just to go and taste a bitch

Tryin' to say she sellin' pussy for a good reason, told a stupid hoe, you better date a tree

Okay, come with every beat you stole from us, cause we came front of ****

Boy, the city know you's a bitch, ain't in the six, ain't really runnin' shit

Okay, all I gotta say is bliss, **** hoppin' out like they playin'

These **** don't really know who they playin' with, so you knock a **** out of Stan Smith

Give a fuck how this shit go, you know I'm standin' still

Okay, really don't give a fuck who **** know, I'm hittin' that ass with bills

Okay, I was taught to do for self, I ain't never had to ask for help

Don't never tell a bitch where you slept, don't never show them people where you slept or where it's kept

Bitch, you might think we playin' chase

Okay, hop out with that Drake and Amy

Everything but leg and waist

Okay, spray that bitch like a can of mace

We tryna hit you in the head and face

Yeah, don't switch, just turn that **** fit into some negligee

Free my young ****, they just came and got him for a fair game

Don't give a fuck about with no feds

See, I'ma still tote this bitch like every day

Okay, roll runnin', hit the road for somethin'

****, I'ma go get the pay

Okay, just got back, just left the hay

Okay, look up next day, hit Tampa Bay

A lot of these **** ain't movin' no yay

Just movin' they lips and got a lot to say

Okay, talkin' like he a bitch or somethin'

That's what got your pocket spanked

Okay, we keep juice like we hear licks or somethin'

Ain't a day we ain't got to drink

I'm a shop ****, you can cop a pint

My pocket's lookin' like I robbed a bank