Little bitch, I don't care, all of my racks gon' break through ceiling

Little bitch, I don't care, all of my racks gon' break through ceiling

Little bitch, I don't care, all of my racks gon' break through ceiling

Little bitch, I don't care, all of my racks gon' break through ceiling

Fire on me, feel like the villain

Molly pink just Krillin, finger fuck business, I walk in the building

I see my opps in the section, my shooter scare them, we talk about the killings

My bitch, she call me a tool in the bed, once I'm in her, I do all that drilling

MCM backpack on me, all gold on my neck like a trophy

And I'm pouring that Purple like Kobe, and I got me a plug up in Maryland

With a redbone, said she from Maryland, and I get to that bag I ain't staring at it

We just came with a hundred choppas in this bitch, with the gun on your neck, let it marinate

I can fuck on your ho, but you can't get in my crib, it came with a damn gate

She gon' eat on my dick on a damn plate

I'm believing all the cap for your damn sake

And I been in the gym for the damn weight

Model ho wanna fuck off the damn name

And I'm putting in all the work

R8 slaying, feel like Vert

I had to go get up, get rich or your ass get murked

Mike Jack all in the church, in the pussy, making it hurt

Glock 19 on my hip play with me your ass getting purped

In the hood, I stay alert

Little bitch, I don't care, all of my racks gon' break through ceiling

Little bitch, I don't care, all of my racks gon' break through ceiling

Little bitch, I don't care, all of my racks gon' break through ceiling

Little bitch, I don't care, all of my racks gon' break through ceiling