Yeah, Ghetto

Ooh, Sav killed it

Yeah, gaffle, man

You know what the fuck goin' on

We just jumped off a PJ

We in five black BP ESVs gettin' off the E-Way

Like, right on Bristol Road at the Speedway

First thing we did is went on Clio Road 'cause we need drink

Bitch, I'ma stand on business till my feet stink

He not a real syrup sipper, bro, that's weed drink, THC drink

Like, where that **** at? I bet he sleep, ain't he?

They already gave me money for a verse, but they repaid me

Real shit, the feds didn't make me worse, they just remade me

I came straight home and had three babies

She don't ever get up when I say, "I gotta skeet, baby"

That's kinda, that's kinda evil, ain't it?

They sprayed too much terps on the shit, so the weed was tainted

'Member when they had that white shit? Looked like the weed was painted

Just gave the bitch five hundred dollars for a weave payment

Damn, I ain't know you can pay on weave

Of course, I seen what the text message said, it's gon' stay on read

Known for fuckin' hoes quick and then makin' 'em leave

She talkin' 'bout "I don't trick," but I just paid for weave

Like, I had to get your hair did

That bitch got a wagon on her, so her chair big, she got a different chair

A **** fucked my bitch and I didn't care

You know how many **** hoes I'm finna hit this year?

Matter of fact, I might not even hit shit this year or turn shit

I just hit a famous bitch and got a burnt dick, but it was worth it

We just jumped off a PJ

We in five black BP ESVs gettin' off the E-Way

Like, right on Bristol Road at the Speedway

First thing we did is went on Clyde Road 'cause we need drink

Bitch, I'ma stand on business till my feet stink

He not a real syrup sipper, bro, that's weed drink, THC drink

Like, where that **** at? I bet he sleep, ain't he?

I love how her body shape, that shit perfect

But her ass kinda stiff, she can't twerk it, she got a BBL

We was talkin' in vanish mode on Instagram, but

I kinda liked the bitch, so we goin' to the next step, she gettin' a Gmail

Like when you wanna get slammed, send an email

If it ain't no response in seventy-two hours, then that shit dead

He said the ho was talkin' 'bout me, what the bitch said?

White laces everywhere, I got on Rick pants

Lululemon pants, she got thick legs

The bitch waist small, but she got big pants

"Just dap me up, brodie," I don't wanna touch your dick hands

This shit real, you wanna fuck me, you need a wristband

I'm finna do some damage, boy, this lil' R.P. just kicked in, well, I took ten

He got a one of Quagen in a twenty ounce pop, that shit look thin

You know you gotta go three or better

This bitch pussy so good, I don't think nothin' better

I just felt the wind breeze, damn, I need a sweater

M-I-N-E, we gettin' Rico, we use three letters

You know the FBI is the biggest gang

I ain't got no gun, but I made a call and a pistol came

A **** put his hands on me, then a little **** came

He hangin' out the sunroof from the corner, he got terrific aim

That **** shot up close and didn't hit a thing

He had a .308 a hundred yards away, that **** hit a brain, he a fuckin' sniper

Man, that **** so young, he need a fuckin' diaper

This bitch pussy just made a bucket water

Pussy so good, I might hit her in front her daughter

Why the fuck I ask for Sexyy Red number and I never call her?

If Tris got 8% alcohol, am I a alcoholic?