(I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna do it)

I can't focus, I got some baddies, bae, I can't concentrate

Woo, a **** wanna touch this fire, I'm from the Bronx today

**** talkin' 'bout his time, he finna talk his way out

Fuckin' this bitch, this **** called me crowned, I'm finna grab my black out

I'm from the bitch, I put it in the cast, I'm finna tug, tap out

Yeah, I'm finna tug, tap out

He in the car, get crack, I broke the Glock, he know that he stepped out

I don't need bodyguards on me, went home from the bar, got the bomb rollin'

Them two fake ****, I'm too sick, I just got 80 racks, shit tickle me

Got D-Hundred racks, we jump over that, just leave lil' bag, we bump into that

My crew got a car, she fuckin' cat, he dirty as shit, but we fleek in the back

Ayy, freaky, get back, I'm sick in that pack, don't fold that, boy, it's a sneaky lil' rack

Where you learn that, boy? I ain't teach you but that, these **** on dick, they reachin' for that

Baddie, her picture perfect, baby, don't sleep on the check

Ooh, I'm leavin' him sleep like a tent, you piss in your pants, get hit with an axe

You got hit with a 19X, I can get anyone, I don't take the flex

Y'all need your rights 'cause free took my wife, ****, why would I bite the pest?

They had a body bite his chest, if girl, I don't really got a type, you nut

If you a good girl, I'll write you a check, if it ain't my boo, I don't like to have sex

Bitch dirty in the trap, I don't even want that

If my niece could zap, dumb ****, he fuck flat

Bitch, boy, I'm standin' on business, white strap turquoise, she a unit of Dennis

No real clappers, your shooter's a gimmick, my **** is poppin', I'm lit, she like to scrimmage

I'm in B-Target, yeah, she wanna hit it, I accidentally spit five racks in my dinner

Bitch, tell me, put a cap right on, TNF, you did not gon' get 'em

Bitch, set me up on your map, no kill booth