Yeah, yeah, okay, okay, yeah, yeah, lil' bitch, yeah, lil' bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay yeah, shawty ruined my time, I made that hook pay up Pardon me, all my ditties, my bitches ghost, they ain't cool Try me, if you dare, you know the drugs ain't cool Niggas steady, chief, I make the point, I do Niggas tryna eat, we'll make a gun out a fool Y'all can't own my neighbors Y'all can't fool some bitches Also all the haters Go beyond the Lakers with that Afro, bitch, that's Gulfway Turn the cash on, she like four plays, feel so cozy I'ma pass out before I smash it Kissin' Rosé, rich to Rolé When it sparkle, eyes is clappin' Don't make light what you couldn't imagine Put a lil' spice in the fit, I'm dashin' They said it wasn't right when he talk about magic But he spendin' every night with a third eye pressure Been my head, dreamin' life But you can't cash keys Pay the bills, what you mean? I go free with my cushy, don't push me Life ain't what it could be Yeah, bitch, I'm standin' south, no pants out This *** ain't easy Better niggas still get caught with the MJ pocket And, bitch, I'm hoggin' it Why didn't that boy keep stallin' it? Bitch, I'm lyin' with it, boy, get countin' with it I don't share the floor, put a dean with guitar Nigga be a part, turn the switch, bring applause Finna make a biz in my pen in a month Know he tryna see a nigga pay a little sum Baby, don't pray, tell the *** in my brain Spent the whole summer tryna get in my grave When the beef stoke shade, I'ma win this whole game Walk with a limp, never been in my place Bitch, I'ma be with a P-Dawg Walk in this bitch, get rinsed off Diamond on fake and this *** show, boy I just been like, damn, it's limbo Smash that mo' when it's limbo, get low Off with his head, then I'm summin' up this draw Middle finger to yo' dick, straight disco Dance on the graves of the pigs, sell a distro Cut up out a limo, work with my hands, ho I've been grillin' up in this heat, that's a camo On the back of Camo, skills you can't handle M16, nigga, feel like Rambo Bitch, 90 off, 4 with that Brodie tie Keep the quad bowed off, pops, nigga, always with the soft My pimpy locks in and my nigga gone Got his eyes sabered to the back, watch the plane till it's smokin' off Nigga, wild up the gang, gettin' thrown off Got the scar on my face, shades, snow glocks Really should've gave thanks to my old boss Boss here, I flow, give me pay with my pro car Pick up in my head, dreamin' life But you dead, cash keys We pay the feds, what you mean? I go green with my cushion Don't push me Life ain't what it could be Yeah, bitch, I'm stanced out, no pants out This *** ain't me Yeah, Scott, don't rain on me now Bitch, won't flake on me now Boy, I'm the cream of the crop X's droppin' babies on me now I be droppin' razors in they mouth That hoe can buy anything for some clout Till she learn the clergy from the south If you hate this bloody, don't you spit it out I can see your feelings, let them out