Uh, ayy, all that buyin' that you doin', how you ain't got Ray-B? Lil' bitch want all my time, but I ain't no AP Told my girl I'ma make her love me more than she hate me Told lil' bruh that n***a gossip like a lady Uh, I feel like Faker Huh, rep me on all the Benz, I feel like Faker Huh, she mad cause I hit her friend, and I'm like, Faker And he mad cause I got in, and I'm like, Faker Yeah, homies sayin' slime, but I like my pussy slimy Yeah, ain't got time to wrestle, so I snuck the shine in And if it ain't bout no gaffer, then don't waste my time then She told her lil' friend that we was 69 then Look, I go get new racks, you already know that Look, don't talk to me bout no liquor if you ain't on that On the phone with Jack, boy, free lil' Kodak, uh Ayy, you ain't heard that Jack, boy, *** his Rolex Look, and they took his ***, but he gon' say they stole it Huh, how you sellin' this, but poppin' like you rollin'? One thing, I can't do it, let a n***a owe me Another thing, I can't do it, let a ho control me Look, I can't get my hand dirty, I'm fancy, I'm rich now I would put them bands all on your head, yeah, I sent hits now I was all on stage in Arkansas, I had that bitch out Uh, and it had a long stick in it, let it stick out I can't go nowhere without my pole, yeah, I'm lit now Uh, I was at the fight front row, yeah, I'm big dog Look, ain't no n***a if you ask a n***a, I ain't tellin' you what my *** cost Bitch askin' what flow we on, bitch, you know we penthouse Yeah, that bitch can't keep my blunts rolled, she gettin' kicked out B.G.U. to keep them blunts rolled, shorty lit now Hold up, a quick second, Lucci, let me pop my *** now Sissy on my moppy, I be flossin' when I floor now Baby, you do my club, no, girl, I'm not drippin' in La Colna Pullin' up my club, lil' bitch, barely, I got my top down I don't do no burglary, I specialize in kiddos Forty with a dip, my *** be bustin' more than them foes Crack up in my pop, my trap be jumpin' like a kangaroo I don't lock no thot on bottom rock, so you get switcheroo Got me, got me shinin', got me stinkin', looks like trick or boo I was with M.C.A., tryna hit up, hit with Wu-Du-Wu We was jackin' cards, doin' fraud, that's just how we mob Hurtin' for a fault, broke up on me, get fit and see God I don't need a job, I broke the knob, I ran up six feet, God My feel just hit again, yeah, it hot, like I caught fever I go get them racks, you already know that Look, don't talk to me about no liquor if you ain't on that On the phone with Jack, boy, free Lil' Kodak, uh Ayy, you ain't heard that Jack, boy, *** he rollin' Look, and they took his ***, but he gon' say they stole it Huh, how you sellin' this? We poppin' like you rollin' One thing I can't do is let a n***a owe me Another thing I can't do is let a ho control me