Baby, I'm too hot, I ain't wanna * no wayBaby, I'm too hot, I ain't wanna * no wayBitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know meNigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe youYou ain't know the secret to the drip, till I showed youAyy, fish out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bangAyy, drive away, he got crucified todayAyy, don't cross me, you don't want smokeAyy, if you're crossin' my streets, better look both waysGot my cash, yo, tell them * niggas catch, yoToo bad they can't catch usHe alone, he need back, goTravel back, him up, he got his back to the wallI just saw you kissin' that bitch, she had a tongue on my ballsI was in the Xanax and PercocetShe look like a bitch, she look like a bitchShe was knockin' on my nerves, told that bitch to knock it offAyy, crossin' my streets both waysYou a broke nigga and I'm too paidAyy, ballin' like a toupeeKick, push, start *, loop, babyBaby, I'm too hot, I ain't wanna * no wayBitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know meNigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe youYou ain't know the secret to the drip, till I showed youAyy, fish out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bangAyy, drive away, he got crucified todayAyy, don't cross me, you don't want smokeAyy, if you're crossin' my streets, better look both waysI ain't gon' lie, * me for this dope, churYou can do me for the D or next ThursdayShe suck me at the front door, that's foreplayLeft my condoms at the crib, but what am I to run for?I don't even run from niggas, that's what I got a gun forToo many * niggas in the world, that's what I killed your son forTry to end up with a gun, but I ain't got a gun for youI ain't gonna set my money, dummy, then you done forAll I care about is money, honey, I don't love for itHey, new gun, I can't wait to useBitches, I'm on WakefieldHit him in his brain, now his * look like baby foodBitch, I'm not erasing you, I'm merely replacing youThat bitch in my room, there's some things I can't wait to doLiquor and exotic hoes, I'm tryna live in the momentIn the studio, my phone on silent holdI gotta stay focused* with me and niggas, violent hold, violent holdKill you, then I'll * your bitchVomit, then I'll * your bitchBaby, I'm too hot, I ain't wanna * no oneBitch, you got some nerve, claiming that you know meNigga, you got some nerve, claiming that I owe youYou ain't know the secret to the drill, till I showed youAyy, fish out the bank, run up on me to get hit with a bangAyy, drive away, he got crucified todayAyy, don't cross me, you don't want smokeAyy, if you're crossing my streets, better look both waysAyy, if you're crossing my streets, better look both ways