Aye

Yeah, yeah, bitch

Aye, yeah, let's go

Let's go, let's go

Let's go, let's go

I'm outside, bitch, I'm fresh out the sun (I'm fresh)

They forgot that I made 'em my sons

His bitch is a thottie and she pulled up on me, she let me cross her buns

Hit my phone like she wanna have fun (she do)

Okay

Go, go, yeah (I said fuck the autotune I gotta get this off my chest)

Yeah bitch, you can go get in yo' bag, but I'ma make sure I'm finishing first

I'm sittin' here drownin' with all these bitches while you still dyin' of thirst (what)

He talkin' bout slide up to my crib, I'm just gon' put him in the dirt

I was fuckin' his bitch raw, I'ma send him the video, I'll make shit hurt

Yeah, he get to talkin' 'bout killing me, while I'm sittin' here make his bitch twerk

You better get off your ass and get you some money, you better go to work (like what)

I put the lion up on my chain, now it drip off my shirt (my shirt)

She suck me up in the coupe and I had to lock in, almost ran over the curb (woah, woah)

Oh, you think your bitch special? She barely a one-night stand

I head to the range and I empty the clip with the Glock, I'm shootin' with one hand (bow, bow bow)

Broke-ass bitch, talkin' shit, can't even pull out one band (bitch)

One more time before I go, I think I'm in need of a one dance

Pockets so damn fat, they almost just ripped up the line of my own pants

Bro, you better get back, I know I can barely control my own mans

I really lost control, I had to take this shit back in my own hands

He tryna fuck with us like, what? He already a walking dead man

I'm outside, bitch, I'm fresh out the sun (I'm fresh)

They forgot that I made 'em my sons

His bitch is a thottie and she pulled up on me, she let me cross her buns

Hit my phone like she wanna have fun (she do)

Okay

Go, go, go, go, go, yeah (yeah I'm tired of this shirt, let's go)

Yeah bitch, you can go get in yo' bag, but I'ma make sure I'm finishing first

I'm sittin' here drownin' with all these bitches while you still dyin' of thirst (what)

He talkin' bout slide up to my crib, I'm just gon' put him in the dirt

I was fuckin' his bitch raw, I'ma send him the video, I'll make shit hurt

Yeah, he get to talkin' 'bout killing me, while I'm sittin' here make his bitch twerk

You better get off your ass and get you some money, you better go to work (like what)

I put the lion up on my chain, now it drip off my shirt (my shirt)

She suck me up in the coupe and I had to lock in, almost ran over the curb