I ain't no cowboy, but I come up off that boot, rippin' that rack

If you're Glock, got a dick and got a boxer on the back

Feel a DJ play it back, cause bitch, I'm loaded on my top

I've been rollin' since this morning, and I still ain't tryna stop it

Where your roar at? Bitch, where your sword at

Been lurkin' on they side, I'm tryna see right where them boys at

Dirty shots up in the stick, enough for you and you, call it, bitch, they'll applaud it

Baby girl, just do your thing, that ass is fat, just throw it back

Bitch, I'm out on my top, I got my roar

Get off your top and thank the Lord, gon' have to take it up with God

Walked on this bitch, third or sixth pole, pressure packed, that boy fightin' bae

That shit polar, still shakin, bae, hit it twice, then I pass it back

I'm tryna fill shit up with hoes, I ain't swappin' sticks no more

Just hit a lick, I might just trade it, bro

Straight pressure packs around his waist, puts this big bitch up to your face

Too many sticks up in this bitch, the same cook, two different speaks

Two different sticks, damn, that bitch different genes, this bitch from side to side

Got books and feeds up in his function, that's boo-hoo ass in different sizes

That's boo-hoo ass in different sizes, if it's fat, I get behind it

From the back, I'm steady steppin, bitch, I'm all about her motherfuckin' spine

I spend your Glock, that perfume, I ain't both put a footlet on that child

That bitch keep dissin' on those songs, gon' send that bitch straight to the dive

Jump off the beat, hop out on feet, we clap shit up and bitch, it's fake

Ain't tryna do no talkin, tell that bitch to sit my butt on his ass

We do no bappin, on they side, they just be rappin

I roll with threes, I bought that Oak, you know we strickin' about that ass

Stay with a fifth, they on my side, and got a seven in my side

Electric slide up on they Glock, I leave a pussy, bitch, it's shocking

Just pop my bra, I need a strike, it need some ice, it's run too hot

I see the J's, I shake the spot, I'm facin' charges in that cell

I take a bitch and break her back, and then I tell her, see ya later

**** keep speakin' on their three, gon' fold that pussy, bitch, it's like some fuckin' paper

Bitch, you can't see where you're goin

And I be sick of bitchin, rappin' on you

What you want in it

So you ain't playin' for keeps, so you ain't clutchin' your peeps

So you ain't protectin' your peeps