Codeine all in my Sprite, I got a sick bitch, why would I fight

Why would I fight

Whole lotta guns, I got a whole lotta sticks

Whole lotta wok

I got the garments y'all can't even rock

You ain't got no hoe, cause she with me

You ain't got no bands, you a lil' fein

You a lil' fake thug, you ain't got no stick with a beam

You ain't got no stick with a drum

You ain't got no bitch with a bum

You ain't got no hoes at all

Stats show, you a bitch, you fallin' off

Stats show, you a bitch, you fallin' off

Stats show, you ain't got no fans at all

Stats show, you a bitch, you fallin' off

Stats show, you ain't got no fans at all

You ain't got no friends

Nobody fuck with you for real, you ain't got no fans

You ain't got no bands, you so down bad, you would fuck on a trans

You ain't got no bands, you so down bad, you would fuck on a trans

Codeine all in my Sprite, I got a sick bitch, why would I fight

Why would I fight

Whole lotta guns, I got a whole lotta sticks

Whole lotta wok

I got the garments y'all can't even rock

You ain't got no hoe, cause she with me

You ain't got no bands, you a lil' fein

You a lil' fake thug, you ain't got no stick with a beam

You ain't got no stick with a drum

You ain't got no bitch with a bum

You ain't got no hoes at all

Stats show, you a bitch, you fallin' off