I ain't trying to be your friend ain't trying to be your boo

Forgot to tell you bring your friend cause she can get it too

Don't be stingy, crispy white tee stepping out and I ain't dingy ****

I'm in your city ****

And i'm not stepping on a stage if we ain't toting fire

I'm pulling hair i'm in her ear you know i'm telling lies

She told her **** that it's over bout a thousand times

Couldn't be me cause I be making these hoes fall in line

Ain't got no sneaky links cause I ain't sneaking

And I'm smoking THC no TLC cause I ain't creeping

I ain't holding shit back anything I say I mean it

I'm a money addict palm itching **** I be scheming

You don't love me bitch you lying now you fucking up the meaning

Young Stunna I be fly I get hot and get to steaming

Broski pour another line off the wock it got me leaning

All the pressure I'm applying

Designer gear and fast cars we tinted up and speeding

Beat up the streets we burning rubber

We fucking up the cement

Stomp the pedal dash

Hear the tires screeching

Fuck yo car this music make you think you in a fucking demon

Taking off, all that hating shake it off

That's your shorty she with me, ain't have to tell her take it off

Certified and i'm stamped I ain't gotta fake at all

Came for everything I want, yea I'm known to take it all

She done found out I got motion now she wanna see what's up with me

Couldn't wife a bop but luckily I let her suck on me

If I don't fuck wit her she fuck with **** who can't fuck with me

Fast living, knowing they be watching can't keep up with me

State to state I hit the bank before I hit the road

I need it gone I hit up shh

You know he get it sold

Got a problem fucking hoes I'll probably make your daughter fold

And if a hothead play with gang they might just leave his body cold

And all that indirect shit it's gone get addressed

They can't keep up they trying they best I know they pressed

You say you solid we gone put that to a test

I put it down now she obsessed who would've guessed