I ain't got no love for no black feet, ratchet I'm just tryna hit it, they ain't curve, no attachment You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action Read me when you see me, but don't touch me, bitch, I'm static Uh-uh, work my wrist like, uh-uh, grill that bitch like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Diamonds hit like, uh-uh, hit my hoe like, uh-uh, pour a four like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Yeah, burnt her head down, knew a faggot like some matches Lil' bitch from the city and she call herself a savage She ain't got her money right, but swear that she ain't average She picky and she think she Nicki when she get her taxes I hit that lil' bitch like my blunt, from the back to side to front After asking what she want, kicked her ass out like a punt Uh-uh, I had to curve the hoe, uh-uh, she want the world to know Caught her bluff like Curtis Snow, but the head A1 had to curl my toe AP, playing James, call me Faulty, Chanel, Snell, Staines, Halo, Salty Bitch on lit like I'm a torch, *** that thot bitch on the porch, then got ghosts like Rolls Royce I ain't got no love for no black feet, ratchet I'm just tryna hit it, then curve, no attachment You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action Read me when you see me, but don't touch me, bitch, I'm status Uh-uh, work my wrist like, uh-uh, curve that bitch like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Diamonds hit like, uh-uh, hit my hoe like, uh-uh, pour a four like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Soon as I look up, see bitches flocking cause I'm having, get on with the still phone, they weren't around me when I was asking *** with this freak hoe when I had a show in Dallas, just moved in the spot so I had to *** her on the pallet Tore her ass up, she almost squirted on my paddy, got my name stamped, now she certified valid Oh no, slow roll, tryna touch me out in public hoes, bold And they wonder why, I ain't got no love for no black feet, ratchet I'm just tryna hit it, then curve, no attachment You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action Read me when you see me, but don't touch me, bitch, I'm status Uh-uh, work my wrist like, uh-uh, curve that bitch like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Diamonds hit like, uh-uh, hit my hoe like, uh-uh, pour a four like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh, you disgusting, if a nigga play me wrong, then I'm busting, hit a nigga up like the uh-uh, hit you in your cousin A lot of niggas say that they was dirt, but they wasn't, cold killer ***, I might kill a bitch All these Jacksons in my thriller fit, with some joint kicks, I might take a bitch I'm tryna put it on for the team, you gon' change on your niggas and do wrong to your team And every third, it got a bang, dressing designer, I'm fresher, *** like Mr. Clean Niggas playing, getting creamed, head shot him, leave them dogs all out the wing I had a drug like cocaine, ask this bitch, her name is Layne I passed a bitch to the team, so you know what that *** mean I ain't got no love for no black feet, ratchet I'm just tryna hit it, then curve, no attachment You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action Read me when you see me, but don't touch me, bitch, I'm status Walk my wrist like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Diamonds hit like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh