(woah)

I can't fuck this thot, no, she can't have my babies

I could pull up with that choppa, leave that **** lazy

We pull up with different chops 'cause that **** was talkin' crazy

We put bullets to his top if that **** try pop it crazy

I was outside bangin' shit with min, his trigger finger never lazy

I put different hoes on this shit 'cause y'all know I got many

I put different hoes on this shit, fuck your bitch, dick in her kidney

I ran up the bag, I ran up the bag, y'all **** stay broke

I throw a rack on a bitch, she hop out Van Cleef, all on her wrist, let's go

I-I-I call that lil' bitch when I need my dick suckin, that's on bro

If that **** poppin' shit, them bullets finna carve his soul, bitch

I hop out with different red bones on my dick

Your-your-your bitch tryna fuck with Gen, that's cool, I dripped her out in rick

Pour that purple up inside my cup, don't drink no booze, bitch

All that alcohol shit for lames, y'all just be boolin

I could roll up a three-five and then I'll get real high

Your mans just was talkin' shit, so we sent that boy to the sky

We-we-we got different thotties comin in they get turned off the don

You went out sad bout a bitch, I never cared 'cause I got nine

N-n-**** bipolar with chops in the back if a **** try talk, he get flipped

I was outside with the racks in a duffle bag, **** don't ever try play with my hand

Pussy-ass **** hear the Draco, then they start runnin' down the street like a lil' ass bitch

Yeah, I could fuck that bitch, but I can't cuff that lil' bitch, that's not my bitch

Slatt.