I thought about swingin' a dough then told him drive, it ain't no need to park

Got dualies in my hand, rolled down the window, think I need to fart

This bitch a ten, but she got bad reviews, I need to see your chart

I love my ho, but you a ho, so bae, I can't pay for your cart

The opps so fuckin' broke, and Donald Trump, enforce a law

If you ain't got a ten or mo' then you can't buy no gun at all

This ain't no NCAA, you better not fuckin' run, Jamal

I throw my passes perfect on the money, toss the bullet to his jaw

Thought shit was sweet, been puttin' shit to sleep since I was like 13

The way I stuffed his ass inside the box was like a fever dream

She mad that I ain't take her out, but some shit ain't meant to be seen

I ain't no Casanet, the fuck I look like changin' on my team

In the cut, dressed in all black, from head to toe, I got on Rick

P19, but my shit chrome, I call this a designer hit

I can pick apart the block and dominate with every blitz

If you retaliate, I'm with the fam, I miss my brother Rick

At the store with a coat in the summer, blickin' in the trench

Yeah, I might fuck you good, but you can't be my bitch

I can't trust the ho, we took a break and she did five dicks

But it's cool, while she was gettin' fucked, I ran up five whips

I'm on that money, finna take his bitch and fuck her on that money

I ain't rock, but I got four 9s in this car combatin' hundreds

Swingin' this chop like a bad bitch with boho braids down to her stomach

Strapped up like a dyke, this .40 way too big, they kickin' me out, 'cause I couldn't tuck it

Fuck it, now I'm finna light up the whole function

If you ain't shakin' ass or suckin' dick, then bitch you dyin' for nothin'

Fuck the Nike Tech and quarter zip, just grab the polo button

Feed his block with ARPs and chop, some Denny drop, guess he ain't stand for nothin'

Srape the curb, tryna pull out, I fucked my tires up, ain't no it was a sport

Bro like to whip a little too fire, hundreds

Bitch, my stick on dumb, tryna bait boomy into buying something

I hit the bitch, then flick up in her bonnet, I ain't hide nothin'

I thought about swingin' a dough then told him drive, it ain't no need to park

Got dualies in my hand, rolled down the window, think I need to fart

This bitch a ten, but she got bad reviews, I need to see your chart

I love my ho, but you a ho, so bae, I can't pay for your cart

The opps so fuckin' broke, and Donald Trump, enforce a law

If you ain't got a ten or mo' then you can't buy no gun at all

This ain't no NCAA, you better not fuckin' run, Jamal

I throw my passes perfect on the money, toss the bullet to his jaw