Back seat, you already know

If **** out to get me like they shoppin', I'ma roll

I'm tryna make plenty, I'm tryna get gold

I'm tryna go platinum, no features like I'm Cole (Yeah)

Woke up feeling mischievous, I'm like fuck today (Yeah)

Like you got a subpoena, you getting judged today?

Chopper on me, a penis, who wanna fuck today-today?

She talking all that bullshit, I'm like "What'd you say?"

Tried to be peaceful

But sometimes I get evil

If she don't wanna fuck, I'll respect that

And I'll leave bro

Fuck I look like tryna deep stroke

On a bitch who doesn't wanna deep throat?

I don't fight for no pussy

That bitch wanna see me bleed though, bleed though

Bitch, I'm not a Blood

I pull up with sticks and clubs

Welcome to the party, but you just got kicked up out the club-club

Bitch, I wish you would

Bitch, I swear I wish you would

Try to fuck me up

I'ma pull up on em, get-er-done

**** got caught in a hit and run

But how you run from the opps when you holding one?

I keep stovetops hot, if we isn't done

And this chop don't stop

It just runs and runs and runs and runs and runs

Like a bitch off drugs

I'm still high, get right off a honey bun

If these signs all tell me to cock the gun

I might pull up and melt you, chocolate fudge

Chocolate fudge, ****

You get it? 'Cause it's like melted chocolate, right?

Or is it? I don't really know