Ay

God's home, they think they done got him down

Yeah, the shit I spend gon' make it all back

They see me pushin' up, they make the call and start to fall back

Black jeans, black gun, black shoes, black mask

Bad bitch, big mouth, small waist, fat ass bitch

You stuck in the normal lane, I got the fast pass

These hoes be gone for real but I still love 'em, that's the rat pack

Just stay up out my cheese or you gon' end up in a rat trap

I'm pounding on this hoe like her lil pussy had a hashtag

The guns we holdin' probably thought we came from Baghdad

The hoes I hit bro can't believe like how you crack that

This bitch tried to come to chill, it gone and waxed that

It's a pistol in my pocket, don't forget who's in the backpack

Say, that's your bitch, but don't forget I used to cram that

You mad I hit, but that's your bitch, so who you mad at?

Told you she ain't wanna fuck, but I ain't gon' lie she had a splash pad

I would say a little more but I ain't gon' lie, you just a jackass

You don't believe me? Wait a second, let me tell you bout it

That pussy had me trippin', ain't gon' lie, I think I fell around her

And the smell of that perfume was like a shell around her

And she told you she ain't drink, but man, when me was raisin' hell about it

It's different, me and you, that shit like day and night

And she like my music better, 'cause you don't say it right

There's demons on your head, I hope you pray at night

I fucked her in the day, but it got late, she asked to stay a night

Tell bro to toss the switch and take some notes, 'cause he don't spray it right

I stop listening to what you saying, 'cause I'm the artist, you don't paint it right

Sometimes I let him ride the boat, that's on my lazy nights

But when I get up in that mode, I give out crazy pipes

Bitch, huh, I been trippin' lately

Fucked a bitch and then we lifted in, I tried to give a biggie

Been afraid of walkin' 'round with big ol' Drake, it's like we livin' in Henny

Sendin' back shots to my ex to this lil' bitch that's probably why she hate me

She ain't fond of me

But I guarantee her mans won't come to squabble me

Big ol' stick so smackin' me in his head like it's a hockey ring

The paper I spend just keeps on comin' back, it's like it's followin'

The shit I spend gon' make it all back

They see me pushing up, they make the call and start to fall back

Black jeans, black gun, black shoes, black mask

Bad bitch, big mouth, small waist, fat ass bitch

You stuck in the normal lane, I got the fast pass

These hoes be gone for real, but I still live in, that's the rat pack

Just stay up out my cheesy, you gon' end up in a rat trap

I'm pounding on this hoe like her lil' pussy had a hashtag