Ooh, ooh, ooh, haha

Ooh, haha

Yeah, huh, psh, psh

Psh, psh, psh

Bitch, you overly bad (Mhm), huh, but you was a ho in the past

I know, don't act like you don't understand, I hollered at bro and he told me who cracked (Okay)

She eatin' me up, macaroni and yams, I nut, then I hit the road like I'm Jack

Like I'm gettin' tortured, I'm chokin' on gas, run off with that pape' and I'm smokin' your ass, huh

Yeah, that bitch is a go, no, like literally though

Free Z, it's on when my **** get home, if they send a bond, I got cinnamon rolls

Fuck all my exes, I shit on them hoes, all glitter and gold, they pretty and broke

That ****'s a bitch, bae, give him a thong, he all on the 'Gram with subliminal posts

Why would I copy these **** that rap in the city when I'm way harder than y'all?

This ain't that, that .300 Black hit his back now he look like Shamara when he walk

Smackin' the 'Vette, me and Killa in the cab, drive them bitches like Mario Kart

My bitch a brat, a Barbie, a doll and she on her shit, she don't party at all

And okay, I feel like Georgiana, why is bitches still fuckin' for forty dollars? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

I be chillin' now 'cause I done wore Designer, I buy that for my kid like a Quarter Pounder

Fuck jewelry, these **** rock moissanite, I spill red on my gold like a 49er (Shh)

Got exposed, now just got me more vagina, I be all in her head like moisturizer

And for forty thousand, I'll file a tax, fuck the hook and the IRS

**** can't do a drive-by pullin' down my block shootin', we shootin' your tires flat

I know you got a past with your lyin' ass, but you turnin' me up like a bottle cap

I tried pushin' P's, now I'm tired of that, bring the Black ops and Glocks and choppers back, no— (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

Ooh, ooh, tat bitch is a goose, goose

She smell like— ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, she smell like— ooh, ooh

That pussy is loose, loose, ooh