Q5 gon' smoke him a opp, better stick to them beats, boy, you better keep walkin' this shit

This **** a creep, then that ho been in love, boy, you know you been stalkin' this bitch

My right-hand man went and stood on the stand (what?)

Who woulda thought he'd be talkin' this shit?

Took a bitch out to eat, told her order the menu, you know I be ballin' this shit

**** know I put flames to the mic (what?)

My new freak bitch know how to swipe (swipe)

Send a **** ass straight to the light (gone)

Let her go, don't believe in the hype (let her go)

Rich flex, tell the ho, I got next (okay)

I ain't give a **** nothin' through a text (okay)

I can pull the shit out, I don't flex (okay)

Hope he don't think he touchin' my neck (come on)

He already be steppin', they say he be swangin' this shit

So I'm just tryna sit with his own

I ain't gangsta, I ain't lookin' for a baddie

Be clutch on your boy, then I'm sendin' him home

To the DA with your entertainers

I be spittin' lies in all of my songs

Try to freak the fuck out and we bang the ho

From the new Spock, she leave with no thong

I ain't with blitz, we rushin'

I come through that bitch, and I'm crushin' these **** like drank

Start this shit where I can be patient

I promise you everyone gotta get spanked

All that hoop in the house and I come through

I blow out his mind, eyes, I can't think

I slide through that bitch like, "Yuh"

Soldier boy, I let the bitch crank

They know that we smackin' that ass

Go look at the score, that why they be rainin'

I hate it when A's got booked for that body

I know that young **** be gunnin'

I'm from the south, tryna be gettin' 'em out

Mister turnin' nothin' to somethin'

And the uh-oh, piss get way too fucked

When I turn on the camera and jump it

Flop say we need a new hit

So I get in this bitch and I stand on that bitch (I stand on that bitch)

They say what they want, but my gang can't say them boys ain't spendin'

Ain't forced you to hop out a slide

You can get in they butt, ****, it's your decision

I made a court mill', I rap, but **** don't track, it ain't no how I'm livin'

Fuckin' you stank bitch

Thinkin' I'll take you shoppin', that pussy worth 40

Like, what do you think, bitch? (what?)

Cock blockin' all these hos and tell 'em we talk

Like shout-out that lame shit (lame)

Put a leg on back of that Glock

Before I hit a block, now watch how that thang speak

Betty can't run from me, hot shit

I'm callin' Big 9, then shout at a demon

He pop out the clip with that Mark stick

They shout at Slick, she never even met her own daddy

She love when we swap spit

Run lil' plays on the road, 'cause I know that lil' buddy gon' blow

He love when we park shit

And lil' Mally done probably gon' break in your car

He white, so we call him a lost ****

On fire, ****

On fire, squad

Grrah, baow, baow, baow

Squad

Run, run, ****