You better tell yo' big homie boss up in the club

(Boss up in the club, 'cuz I'm gone run up)

Yeah, 'cuz if I don't see no security, you gotta keep that fuckin' chain tucked

(Keep that fuckin' chain tucked, because)

It's a lot of opps rolled in my swisher

Come and get yo' girl, I won't miss her

He wanna fit in, fuck with the crowd

He ain't no slime, snake, lizard

Running the city 'til my fuckin' feet hurt

That boy don't do nothin' but talk on computers

We leave him all face down in the dirt

And that hoe talk a lot, I wanna mute her

It's a lot of opps rolled in my swisher

Come and get yo' girl, I won't miss her

He wanna fit in, fuck with the crowd

He ain't no slime, snake, lizard

Running the city 'til my fuckin' feet hurt

That boy don't do nothin' but talk on computers

We leave him all face down in the dirt

And that hoe talk a lot, I wanna mute her

Yeah, I don't know what this bitch keep talkin' about

I heard she got a new man, but his pockets flat, they sittin' in a drought

I don't why this chick keep running her mouth

I had to block her number, but she still gone find a way to get around

Okay, like, I do not know what he talkin' about

If he talkin' too hot, catch a punch in his mouth

If you fuckin' with me, info spreading quickly, and I'm gone have my lil' bros come air this bitch out

Like why the fuck you wanna talk on me, that's not a smart move (Smart move)

If you didn't know, then you must be on medicine or took some hard shrooms, because (Because, because)

It's a lot of opps rolled in my swisher

Come and get yo' girl, I won't miss her

He wanna fit in, fuck with the crowd

He ain't no slime, snake, lizard (Whoa, no)

Running the city 'til my fuckin' feet hurt

That boy don't do nothin' but talk on computers

We leave him all face down in the dirt

And that hoe talk a lot, I wanna mute her (Yeah, whoa)

It's a lot of opps rolled in my swisher

Come and get yo' girl, I won't miss her

He wanna fit in, fuck with the crowd

He ain't no slime, snake, lizard (Whoa, no)

Running the city 'til my fuckin' feet hurt

That boy don't do nothin' but talk on computers

We leave him all face down in the dirt

And that hoe talk a lot, I wanna mute her (Yeah, whoa)