Oh, baby, baby I think I'm in love

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, baby

And all I want, I want you to be on the beat, talk

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

B.H.C. come work for the mob, get a sign on bonus

We got switches in the car like a **** from Oakland

I told the little bitch arch her back and poke it, and hold on to the surface, I'm bout to deep-stroke it, yeah

Cuban link choker, Rolex Oyster, a bum or a hater, yeah

I don't know who worse

Throw a fit like a baby, I ain't got no more soda

Since the PPP ended, he ain't had no more motion, for real

Rezilience shirt, pants Rick Owens

I get a **** touched, I'm so hands-on

Anthony Alexander, I love a redbone

Since they think they animals treat them like some roadkill

Since they think they animals turn them to some pallbearers

He think I fucked his bitch, but she only gave me head

I like a bitch ass-fat, pussy bald-head

Call it bestiality, made her give my dog head

I'ma four-season ****, I get money all year

Used to gamble with my life, I'm like, fuck it all in

In that AMG Benz, seats all red

I got four fives, ten milli, switches all dat

I just ate a honey pack, finna eat my girl ass

Told her to put a towel down, you finna squirt and all that

That pussy wet, I'm finna drown, tryna surf and all that

She got so much ass, make her throw it all back

See, I make her call me daddy, then I never call back

Quick to pull up, air you out like the ball flat

Told them that I'm war-ready, sent him where the Lord at

Like a picture, shoot him from the neck up like he fat

And my bitch super bad, plus she got her own bag

In that new E-Class, she gone need a hall pass

I'm like, what about your man? She like, fuck all that

She got my dick on her mind, we gone call that ball cap

If I say something, I mean it, plus it's all facts

I like Morton Grove, Wockhart, Trish, all that

I like BOA and Citibank, cause we ain't got a branch

CPN, 850, that's a quick hundred racks

Might take 40 down to Johnny, put some flawless on my neck

Another 40 for my mouth, flawless honeycomb, Left the Rollie plan Jane, but we bust down your bitch

And I got it off the hustle, I got blues like a crip

I got fully automatics while I'm driving up in stick

Told her keep her head down when she riding in my shit

I'm finna lay the smack down, choke slam a **** bitch

And I ain't choke her with my hands, I choked her with this dick

This morning, he put on that gucci fit

But by the end of the night, they gone cut him out that shit

This morning, he put on that gucci fit

But by the end of the night, they gone cut him out that shit