Yeah, bitch, wanna fuck my brodie

Yeah, bitch, I've been sippen codeine

Yeah, bitch I been on my doly

Yeah, bitch I been dodging police

Yeah, whip the benz like its stolen

Yeah, Buy my crib I own it

Had to swerve undercover, countin bread with my brudda

Need a hunnid by the summer

I don't want nothing, nothing but them commas

Bitch, Ill die for my mama Bitch, Ill die for my brudda

Bitch, Ill die for my sister, yuh Bitch, Ill die for these riches, yuh

What you thinkin'?

Drunk singing

Blood my diamonds I lost my mind

blood on my diamonds can't tell the time

Can't think twice when I'm bustin' a crime

Play with your life, bitch, you can go meet my 9

Better think twice before you go cross that line

That's not a threat, it's a warnin', yuh Bitch, that's a bet, now we on it, yuh

Take off in the Benz, it's a comet, yuh 900 Brabus a rocket, yuh

I can crash out if you want it,

Yuh shawty neck hurting, it's chronic, yuh

Hop out that trap like a bunny, yuh Look at the sky, bae, it's fallin', yuh

Give you my number, don't call it, yuh I'm staking my money, the tallest, yuh

I just went Gucci and Prada, yuh I hit the club with the water

The range I say that I bought it The crib, I said that I bought it

Everything, bitch, know I bought it, yuh Whatever she see, man she want it, yuh

And she look good, in Givenchy, yuh So i went and covered her body, yuh

Why would i pull up in that, yeah

When I could've bought me a Maserati

Putting liquor in her system

Now she wanna tell me all about it

Think I crashed, we fuck the fender It's all good, bae, hit the auto-body

I think I'm tired of these Tesla's My body sittin' on autopilot

I told her, shawty, hit the road quick you trippen baby, man, it's too much mileage

I hop out these bitch with the Draco Yeah, like I fuck with smily

Yeah, bitch, wanna fuck my brodie

Yeah, bitch, I've been sippen codeine

Yeah, bitch I been on my doly

Yeah, bitch I been dodging police

Yeah, whip the benz like its stolen

Yeah, buy my crib I own it

Had to swerve undercover, countin bread with my brudda

Need a hunnid by the summer

I don't want nothing, nothing but them commas

Bitch, Ill die for my mama Bitch, Ill die for my brudda

Bitch, Ill die for my sister, yuh Bitch, Ill die for these riches, yuh

What you thinkin'?

Drunk singing