Ayy, bro, n***a, she said I'm bad, bad Ridin' around with a rat pack That a** too fat, tell her back, back Ain't doin' no talkin', the chopper got kickback Ooh, ooh, she wanna be my boo I was broke, now I got d***s in my coup Ooh, me and Breezy, 50 ho, by the group That's your b***h, she told a lie and told the truth Ooh, I get her gone, n***a want, she won't pick up the phone I said I'm home, give me the dome, give me the dome Howdy, howdy, I'm a fly, I'm a flatline Howdy when I drop, bring me up, jumbo size Broke, always minus, wearin' designer See me, I beat it at the linin', it'll f*** your spine up Yeah, baby, chopper Howdy when I drop, flatline Yeah, baby, chopper Howdy when I drop, jumbo size When I do the dance, just swear that they mouth wide Hundreds countin' cash in a pair, all them mouths wide You need to bring your, silver hair If you, wanna fight, your mouth side I'm off this Hennessy, too many shots, don't give a f*** Ain't no excuses for bein' bulletproof Just give me the bottle, stop thinkin' about it Tell her I'm on the floor, switchin' lanes Hidin' the pain, I'm so backwards Ain't no way, I'ma change, got me goin' I'ma fly, I'ma flatline Howdy when I drop, bring me up, jumbo size Broke, always minus, wearin' designer See me, I beat it at the linin', it'll f*** your spine up Yeah, baby, chopper Howdy when I drop, flatline Yeah, baby, chopper Howdy when I drop, jumbo size I said, vroom, vroom It always gon' make your body shake, look at boom, boom And when I get you, I'ma knock that b***h to the moon If he trippin', red and smitten, I'ma knock his brain loose Do what you do, he hatin', got it bad Talkin' tough until my lil' partner went shot his ass If you mention me, then you gon' end up in a body bag Now, mama, I ain't tryna f*** your green, got a lot of ass I need a lot of that, yeah Howdy, howdy, I'ma fly, I'ma flatline Howdy when I drop, bring me up, jumbo size Broke, always minus, wearin' designer I beat it out the line and had to f*** your spine up Yeah, baby, chopper Howdy when I drop, flatline Yeah, baby, chopper Howdy when I drop, jumbo size 611 611 611 611 611 611 611 611 611 611 Aye, I just checked my bank account, I'm going dumber I put her in the right direction, tell her remind it all I put her in the Louis 9, one to ones But we don't fight, I take this 40 off my waist just like a tummy tuck I don't speak much unless it's money, so If they don't know me personally, I don't take it personal They love you when your wins high, I'll let you know But when your wins low, they treat you like a Urkel I learned that family don't always matter I sent these shots to Ray O'Donnell, now you sadder I'm just trying to buy me a big place I'm just trying to buy me a lawyer, help me beat the case I'm just trying to f**k you, let you lead the way And if we can't make it to the band, do it on the way Don't blame me to the left, no For I pulled up with the thing on the army I'm shooting aiming for the neck, oh And ain't nobody feeling bad, no I got your P.T. coming over, she gon' bring a friend too They gon' bop him in and over, like they, like they brand new Yeah, they ain't new, but when it's double, they just hop up in the coupe What you gon' do, cause you can't really put the blame on If there's a problem, I'ma cop up, I'ma shoot out the roof You need to stop before I make your mama really miss you Ain't gon' spiral, really weak bullets and a couple missiles I hit your b**ch early Friday and I told her the truth She told me, yeah, we on for the night cap I know your b**ch won't like that Get his cap peeled and his life jacked I don't take a day off, hustle like every day is a playoff Damn right, we f**kin' winning, don't like me, f**k your feelings Money up to the ceilings, smoke weed, I'm up there with it Like murder, make a killer, see murder from no limit White people in my business, black women give me kisses With all these snitches, it ain't safe no more Sayin' names and they showin' up to court I'ma take a shot, have one new court Before I light this b**ch up and shoot it off the backboard You got me f**ked up Don't blame me to the left, no For I pulled up with that thing on me I'm shootin' aiming for the neck, oh And ain't nobody feelin' bad, no I got your b**ch comin' over, she gon' bring a friend too They gon' bop him in it over, like they, like they brand new Get her a noodle and it's over, they just hop up in the coupe What you gon' do, cause you can't really put the blame on me I might slide in it, I like bad b**ch Bentley 350, I got three women It's a blame game, let my chain swing I don't know her name, all the, all the same She want Chanel on her, bring her back, she was rockin' Ceylon I got a nail on her, friend, and she think I'ma tell her I got two, mad, mad, I got the juice I'ma smash on your boo, I got cash on me too She gon' play me to the left, I'm a rich d**k to the death She gon' pull up with the neck, boss up for a check Know he want her, she got red bottles on me If I f**k her two times, she a goner Don't blame me to the left, no For I pulled up with that thing on me I'm shootin' aiming for the neck, oh And ain't nobody feelin' bad, no I got your b**ch comin' over, she gon' bring a friend too They gon' pop and bend it over like they, like they brand new Get her a noodle in the trouble, they just hop up in the coupe What you gon' do, cause you can't really put the blame on