Yeah

Yeah, **** walk down with the toolie, aye

**** walk down with the uzi, yeah

That **** talk down, imma shoot em

Yeah, aye

Aye, that **** pussy forreal, that **** ain't doin' shit

Aye, yeah

I cannot fuck with no bitch, if that bitch ain't throwin' ass

That **** broke, ain't tryna get no money, lemme show you how to flip that bag

Yeah, I'm walkin' down the street, get out that SRT, get in that jag

How you bad but get no money, man, these broke hoes make me sad

Yeah, sad hoe

Yeah, mad hoe

Walk around, mad dough

Try to run down, we kick yo do'

Yeah, gimme everything that you got

Yeah, runnin' down bih', with the glock

Yeah, bitch I stash all my drugs in a pot

Yeah, that lil' fuck **** get popped

Told that bitch to mind her business, right now, lil' bitch, cuz' I'm workin

Yeah, I fuck her, put a bag over her head, don't get no birkin

Yeah, she ask me why I treat her like that, lil' bitch, cuz' you worthless

Yeah, I done been at the top, lil' **** ain't even touch the surface

Yeah, that **** don't know, how it feel, yeah, to spark that steel

Yeah, my **** like to pop pills, yeah, we crack the seal

Yeah, run down on him in broad daylight, **** tryna do a drill

Yeah, L.O.V be my gang, lil' ****, know we kill

Yeah, we run down on these ****, promise they won't make it back

Yeah, I'm with 7, I'm with tai, yeah, we finna go to Saks

And after that I peel off to her crib, and I got break her back

Yeah, she won't get no text back, after that

Hadda get up in my bag

Hadda get up off my ass

Yeah, put some bullets in his back

Take his top off, we knock off his hat

Yeah, she call me, like where you at

She said why you not comin' back

I said lil' bitch I'm in my duffy, I'm in my bag

I cannot fuck with no bitch, if that bitch ain't throwin' ass

That **** broke, ain't tryna get no money, lemme show you how to flip that bag

Yeah, I'm walkin' down the street, get out that SRT, get in that jag

How you bad but get no money, man, these broke hoes make me sad

Yeah, sad hoe

Yeah, mad hoe

Walk around, mad dough

Try to run down, we kick yo do'

Yeah, gimme everything that you got

Yeah, runnin' down bih', with the glock

Yeah, bitch I stash all my drugs in a pot

Yeah, that lil' fuck **** get popped