Back back, back back, back back

Back back, back back, back back

Stones in my heart, that's why I fuck with Medusa

Baby girl, back back, back back, bust that

Stones in my heart from my jeweler

Bad black chick come shoot ya, huh, bad white bitch said, "Toodles"

We beefin', voodoo, Hulu, news

Uh, baby, I shoot him, I shoot him, baby, I put him on the news

Back back, back back, back back

I can't fuckin' trust that

In the Prada, Gosha

Baby, I fuck on you, mm

Baby, she know I'm the man, stay at the Ritz

You mad at me? Don't get mad, get mad at your bitch

Vegas, Florida, casino

Pass, I hear they don't fuck with my beno

I just can't stay mad, I just can't stay, she know

We just had a drop, what the fuck, he need more?

Really tryna put him on the news, really tryna put him on the news

I got feelings too, back back, okay, back back

Back back, okay, cool, really tryna put him on the news

I'm a villain too, I got feelings too

New York City, movie, I'm tryna play the role, bitch

I got feelings too

Hold on, bitch (Slatt, slatt)

Gangway, hold on, bitch

I'm walkin' with sticks, I'm walkin' with—

I'm walkin' with sticks, I'm walkin' with—

I'm walkin' with sticks, I'm walkin' with—

Hold up (Yeah)

I'm walkin with sticks, I'm tryna get 'em dipped

I'm tryna get 'em killed 'cause I am a menace

Baby, I'm tatted, baby, I'm a gremlin

Baby, I'm ridin' 'round in my bity

All these weapons, **** tryna test me?

**** gon' die, ****, I ain't wrestlin'

Baby, I'm drippin', I got designer

I know you love all my fashion

Baby, I'm conceited, huh

She wanna suck on my wee-wee, uh

Yeah, bae, I be there on the block, I'm sellin' good crack and I'm sellin' good reefer (I swear to God)

And they come and slime ya, wipe his nose like all the time (Slatt, slatt)

Why he dissin' me? (Slatt, slatt) That boy tellin' a thousand lies (I swear to God)

We in the bity, we got it hot (Blatt, blatt)

I told my young **** when he spin, "You better drop the top" (Blatt, blatt)

I wanna fuck her, I wanna make love to her

I told her, "Hold on, I'm thuggin' in the trenches"

You can ask all my motherfuckin' brothers (I swear to God)

Back back, back back, back back

I can't fuckin' trust that

In the Prada, Gosha