Yeah, uh, ay, uh, yeah, uh

Ay, uh, what? Li 8

Yeah, uh, ay, uh, yeah, huh, ay

Don't need a manual, this bitch automatic (That's right)

392, I'ma cut up in traffic (Skrt)

145 on the I-30 drive

Drivin' this bitch like I do wanna die, I don't cry 'bout a bitch, I just go for a ride

I gotta get this ho off my mind, she steady be lyin', but I don't got time for it (Bitch)

Ran it up, now she wanna come back

Told that baby girl, “Go wait in line for it”

Uppin' the racks, now she givin' the cat up, told her, “Babygirl back up” (Yeah)

Pre-puberty really got my sack up, and my plate stayin' full like a fat-fuck

She botherin' me, she a Nat, bug, lil bitty hoes, they get no love

She want a hundred from me, get the dub, that means peace, two fingers, lift 'em up

Not about money, make the convo' 42 Dugg

That mean short, stressin' 'bout a bitch, gotta smoke a Newport

Ski Mask, smokin' a 'port on a port

Life's too short to worry 'bout someone that ain't for you

I stay on point wit' a banger, too

Better control yo' anger, dude, before I show you what this .40 Glock do

I post alone need no Motley Crew

I can do bad by myself

I let my .40 Glock sing him a melody, I let it sing that shit till he deaf

Death, whichever first

Buddy don't know how to use that blick shoulda read that lil' manual first

Don't need a manual, this bitch automatic (That's right)

392, I'ma cut up in traffic (Skrt)

145 on the I-30 drive

Drivin' this bitch like I do wanna die, I don't cry 'bout a bitch, I just go for a ride

I gotta get this ho off my mind, she steady be lyin', but I don't got time for it (Bitch)

Ran it up, now she wanna come back

Told that baby girl, “Go wait in line for it”

Uppin' the racks, now she givin' the cat up, told her, “Babygirl back up” (Yeah)

Pre-puberty really got my sack up, and my plate stayin' full like a fat-fuck

She botherin' me, she a Nat, bug, lil bitty hoes, they get no love

She want a hundred from me, get the dub, that means peace, two fingers, lift 'em up