You know, it's me, baby, likeI just be tryna talk to you sometimes, but, likeYou don't really be listeningI, I, I, IWhoa, whoaSaid she wanna step on the ho, like he got a big footDying bout this *, if I do life, would you write me?I've been in the hole for a stab, and can you kite me?Ever since Lil' Poop Man died, I've been real shy, *I don't like no bougie, bitch, it like my bitch, it feistyTook her to New York and shot her flick with a light spike leakAnd she got on love, cussin' Van CleefWe got twin glocks, she think she match meAnd we way more turnt up than Bunny and ClydeI might take a purr, 10, just to stand on my fiveWe done gay, they block the belt, we got them tappin' outLil' word, he mad, look, he a tupper, he gon' make them cryShe told me, watch out for these niggas, cause they want your spotHe got backed up by that Drake, we seen him comin' outNiggas had it, she ain't say nothing, spinnin' in her carShe told me, I would never tell on you if I got caughtSaid she wanna step on the hard line, he got a big footDon't buy this *, if I do life, would you write me?I've been in the hole for a stab, and can you kite me?Ever since Lil' Poop Man died, I've been real shy, *I've been in the hole for a stab, and can you kite me?