I think I'm Big Mike's bitch, Aaron Jones
Been bossed up since black ties and hammer balls
I be sippin' on my Patron, I be sittin' all in my throne
I be gettin' all in my zone, I be forgettin' niggas be gone
All that * I text on my phone, all that * I sext on my phone
See a lil' noob, hear a lil' moan, I be textin' niggas they on
And too much alcohol, I'm gone, I be feedin' dudes they gone
I be havin' to send them home, with my ice cream all in they cone
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter, pecan, chocolate deluxe
High yella, good fellas, coke dealers
Tell them take off his clothes and leave on his margellas
I be sittin' all in his face, he shot out
Over that taste, sayin' he can't afford my taste
So he bleeds a biff like he caught a case
I be tellin' him about my race
German and Irish with black to chase
A countin' numbers and his ass to chase
Dropped them bags of gold in that safe
He doin' all robbery to buy me a place
Next to Diddy like he passed the maze
But he can't * with me past the torch
Now it all fall on his balls, he was frank
I need Tony, I be sizin' up to big homie
Play in the middle like my name was Moni
He genuine, I wanna ride his pony
I be on one at all times
I be on one with my rhymes, he used to dimes
But I'm a 20, I be on one with my rhymes
Droppin' carrots on me, he's the bunny
Got him sad, I be funny
I be launderin' his money
Make him bust all of my tummy
He can't take nothin' from me
I be stylin' on you bitchin' assholes
And my G.J. Brooks
Stuntin' on you hoe-ass bitches
And the reason why I be ballin' on you
Fart-ass niggas like I'm baby
I be switchin' my ass to the seat
You're a Mercedes
That's why I think my ass is Ronnie, nigga
Cause I'm the *, bitch
I could use a Kalani, nigga
I be switchin' my ass to the seat
Crazy over this money, I'm psychotic, nigga
And tell them bitches stop talkin' for a body, nigga
Ain't no pussy in my heart, you better check my post
They chose me up in the streets, you better check the votes
And I be out here in a paper chase
Stretchin' over this money, I be paper plankin'
Shot down for my town home
Still here with my crown on
Hey hoes wanna be the bitch, but I be the bitch
Rock down on
F y'all if y'all hate me
F y'all if y'all hate me
F y'all if y'all lazy
And I be the bitch that you can't see
Let's get it
And I cannot * with broke niggas
I learned that * from Sean about these dope niggas
I learned that * from B about these dope dillas
Comin' up in the city full of cold killers
I come from a jungle full of man-eaters
Niggas forget about you callin' amnesia
So I stay here and I wait for
All the things that I came for
And I'm here to get it
And I pray for it, let's get it
And I'm ridin' out with Chuggs
Headed out to Philly and I'm smokin' on my Mazda
Lookin' for a nigga who's refridin' on a Harley
Cause I love them biker boys
So tell your niggas, ask the cops
Yeah, I be stylin' on you bitch ass hoes
And my GT-Fs
Stuntin' on you hoe ass bitches
And the reason why I'm flyin' on you front ass niggas
Like I'm baby
Switchin' my ass to the seat of a Mercedes
And I'm ridin' on you bitches


I come from a jungle full of man-eaters
Niggas forget about you callin' amnesia
I come from a jungle full of man-eaters

And I'm ridin' on you bitches




Ask the cops
Ask the cops
Ask the cops