And you better pay me the respect that I gave your brother

Or we're gonna have a problem

A bad one

(Exqzt)

Yeah, I pulled up with hoes on me, she don't talk to nobody

Put my trust in nobody, I can't fuck with nobody

She said she love nobody, I know she got no body

No, she don't got no waist, pretty face

No, I can't fuck this up, I can't feel the drugs

I can't feel the love, I just popped the bot'

And he just pour that cup, I pour the Tris' and I spin up

I-I'm in the cell doin' sit-ups, huh, pla-plate call, had to pick up, huh

Like goin' nuts, huh, told them, "Push up"

We outside gettin' high as fuck, uh-huh

I just hit my blunt, hit my cup

Honestly, I just wanna buy shit

Know that you can't buy it, bitch

Came in with designer shit

My lil' friends with finer shit (Bitch)

I'm finna fuck this lil' shit up

Know her hair can reach her butt

I got rich, they switchin' up

We got issues at the first town that I met you

We just pulled up in that Hellcat

Pop real tea, I can tell no one else wanna be with you

Off designer drugs, they not high like us (Yeah)

Wa-way up, I'm on drank, you know you not fried like us (Oh)

I know you won't doubt my trust

I just met her at the docks hallway (Oh)

Tried to tell her I trapped all day (Oh)

If you need somethin', call me, huh (Bitch)

They still crackin' ERX

Label just sent me a check

I deserve all the respect

Know I'm the one who did it best

I'm still sipping Quag', fuck Cosette

Call the boss, got plays on deck

Tried to check my cup, like, say?

You know she gon' fuck me next, uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Uh (Hell yeah, bitch, you bad), uh (Hell yeah, bitch, you bad)

Uh (Hell yeah, bitch, you bad), uh (Hell yeah, bitch, you bad)

(Bitch)

Yeah, I pulled up with hoes on me, she don't talk to nobody

Put my trust in nobody, I can't fuck with nobody

She said she love nobody, I know she got no body

No, she don't got no waist, pretty face

No, I can't fuck this up, I can't feel the drugs

I can't feel the love, I just popped the bot'

And he just pour that cup, I pour the Tris' and I spin up

I'm in the cell doin' sit-ups, huh, plate call, had to pick up, huh

(Victory Lap Music, take a victory lap)