I keep my stick by my side

Cause my big brodie told me these **** be hating, yeah

Momma told me not to trust all these **** cause none of these **** my friends

So many done turned on me

They be jacking my sound for free

I was 10 when bro cooked up a brick

Showed me how to get down with the stick

And them diamonds I wear finna hit

And we spin on that boy block again

Imma bad bitch just like Ken

Got my chains on fucking your bitch

Got my chains on fucking your bitch

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Fuck

Stay riding dirty when I'm out of town

How you can't say my name, don't bring that hoe round

I'm in the trap, just got off this pound

I had to whip it and push out the house

Had to find some ways to get my money up

Bro just send me the play we gon run it up

Since a kid I ain't fuck with that funny stuff

She a bad bitch, want designer bags

And a fake ass, with a tummy tuck

I just kick the hoe out I don't give a fuck

So much fake round me, I got so much fake round me

I got so much fake round me

I don't know how much more I can take

I don't know how much more I can take

I keep my stick by my side

Cause my big brodie told me these **** be hating, yeah

Momma told me not to trust all these **** cause none of these **** my friends

So many done turned on me

They be jacking my sound for free

I was 10 when bro cooked up a brick

Showed me how to get down with the stick

And them diamonds I wear finna hit

And we spin on that boy block again

Imma bad bitch just like Ken

Got my chains on fucking your bitch