It ain't too much to say, today is not the fucking day

I tried to keep the peace, but rather march with Martin Luther Drac

You fuck with bitches I don't fuck with, I don't fuck with you

So when I send shots at that lil bitch top bitch, duck your muffin too

Who told these bitches they was gangster and they was missin screws

While these hoes keep tryna play insane I'm tryna keep shit cool

I'm not impressed with bitches, I don't vibe with hoes, Iont find it fun

I rather sit my cup and hang out by myself, talk to my gun

I really hate you bitches, never liked you hoes and that's on my son

I been ready to smoke where bitches inhale at so watch your tongue

Before I force some love, fuck all that soft shit I brought some brand new gloves

I want a bitch to play big dog with me, show a bitch she just a pug

I got a badass attitude on me for a couple of different reasons

He steady thinking it's cause I'm bleeding, but really I'm pissed the opps still breathing

One of them bitch ass boys got in my DMs tryna overly teef

Like my face alone won't pull a plug that'll stop his ass from breathing

Them **** shoot up cribs got beef with bricks they lil ass weird

Known for geechie shit all thru the county them boys some grown ass queers

All that frivolous shit I promise to God I ain’t tryna hear it

Don’t call my phone bout others bitches business im not that kind of ear

He want a bitch talk nice I talk like a dyke

Pretty face super red bone but I’ll twerk this pipe

You can die at any given night get caught at any light

I advise you pick the gun up some shit u just can’t fight