You know I'm on my shit

Fully parted, don't come around me if you ain't got no business

You be acting on the 'Gram, in real life, we leave shit aching

You just talk about us fighting Vegeta's eyes, that's why I'm messing

You thought I sold her some drank? Whole time, it's Robutissin

We pull up, bouncing on his ass, we hop out doing bad

Safety six, on his neck, his ass, he cannot get a pass

Bitch, don't ask me for no purse if you ain't giving up no ass

Every Glock came with a BBL, talk to Miami, get off face

Tony Hawk, Glock 20, it's gon' make you do a trick

Like why you hate up on my name, but be on a **** dick

Gon' make me call up Trey-9, they come through shooting, take a pic

I think your ho a porn star, she steady tryna send me flicks

They drink my beer, **** mama, tryna kiss him in the head

ARP could be his daddy, tryna put his ass to bed

That switch could be in funky, popo beat tape, leave his ass red

Youngin just got out of school, he's still tryna swing that leg

I'm in the front like Rosa Parks, tryna put it on the opps

Call her carly on my dick, but I can cuss her, she a bop

Behind the wood, I do the dance, BRPD can't fuck with me

Turn into a cold line, he gon' get put up on the tee

Big 308, it sound like thunder, I call this bitch Katrina

Yeah, you know I want that super, wide body, thick just like Serena

When I fuck up on my gun, hope that's a fact, I do my best

Barely shop up in Viva O's, shout-out the days, he in a request

Switch a fucking fire drill, make shit stop dropping, get loaded

This ho must think a **** green, like bitch, don't ask me what my purpose

Your boyfriend always asking me to front him, bitch, you know he poor

She done threw up on a ****, I had to put dick in her throat

Steady claiming he got X, **** must don't work they legs

I can push up with the Glock, I can push up with the C

Yo' bitch say she tryna dance, back in the day, I used to jig

I can see your fucking lady, you need to buy her a new wig

You need that smoke, come fuck with me, bitch, it's 725

I got the Glock, I'm never scrapping, but in the club bitch, I'm a dime

She tryna go another round, I swear to God she got me tired

I can't fuck up on no fat bitch, my little partner like 'em white

Fuck all that talking, let's collide, tryna rinkle with anything

You could diss up on dudes, you better not diss up on that gang

We jump out, we jump back in it, Summer Walker, I'm insane

**** claiming E3 lame, go ask your bitch, she know my name

For a fact that she can stick in, and other rare bitch, we can dig it

Can't get to you, we get your mama, tryna kiss her with the glizzy

We the hottest in the city, fuck your ho right off a spirit

Thanksgiving fucking been past, she tryna eat up on my ham

Yeah man, she tryna eat up on a **** dick, man

Yeah, Thanksgiving been past, what you want some, yeah

What you want some dressing on the side?

You want some macaroni? The fuck?