Yeah, bitch

Caught his ass in traffic, gave the green light

Them bullets kept him warm, I bet he sleep tight

Real sharp, get him gone and on the three bikes

Smell the blood that raced into his body like a great white

Eight pipes stuck under the seat like we gon' take flight

Swear to God, I'ma cop me a Hellcat when I get my pape' right

I live by the rules, "Don't buy them once, if you can't buy it twice"

A hundred-plus inside my bank account, running about 85

You hear I'm getting close?

Popped him in his beets, and now he's leaking, he can't even wipe his fucking nose

Shiesty on, they never see my face like I'm a fucking ghost

High class bitch, I know she fancy, she got white toes

Pop shit, you talking like you 'bout it, that's a new pole

Hot stick, put it to his face, give him a pop ho

Pimp shit, hop up on the mic inside my new robe

She brought her friend, I knocked them both down like they was dominoes

I dive up in that pussy like Geronimo

Plugged in with the killers, wanna go, they yelling, "Adios!"

Creepy, that's my dog sipping on Monaco's

If you ain't got no money, what the fuck you going shopping for?

That don't make no sense

Went into the mall and dropped a ten, that shit ain't even make a fucking dent

I keep it to myself, bitch, I don't fucking vent

If you ain't coming out, I'm staying here, I'm about to pitch a tent

I'm 'bout to make it known

They ain't give me flowers when I started, so I planted them and watched them grow

Don't care about your gender, come at me, I bet I drop a hoe

Fireball, every time I shoot the Drac', they stop dropping roll

Fuck the bitch, that very same night I went and blocked the ho

Beef with me because I fucked your bitch, but that is not your ho

That is not your bitch

I ain't know a bitch could fit my dick and my balls in between her lips

She twisted her body around just like a ripstick

Put a body on his ass, gave him the hit stick

He only got a two inside his cup, little bro, come sip this

Put him on his ass, he took a big sip

Head spinning in circles, said he feeling like he Nic-sick

This ain't no fucking vape, little bro, you trip sick

All this bread I'm fucking cooking up look like a biscuit

A gambler, I put a 20 down and hope I hit it

Bitch, I ain't talking about 20 dollars, I'm talking about 20k

It's Jae, JaeEl

Huh, yeah