Paranoid riding around with that choppa inside the whip, bitch
Nigga, stop bluffing, you ain't gon' rock out with that stick, bitch
Malibu's wants one, I drop a hundred, this ain't no picnic, bitch
Tech deck with the tech, that mean it's choppa about to flip, bitch
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Nigga, stop playing for my fuckin'
Bitch, I'm riding around with the Uzi
Put a body inside of my yard like Bruce
I don't know how to act like the niggas on two
One spot on the kid, game over like June
Bitch, city's out on the stage and I'm signing her boobie
Bad bitch, she gon' go tonight
Bitch, nigga, don't even shoot when he rollin' dice
I'm tryin' to brace a nigga, he got an overbite
Nigga, this Drake, they ain't got a strobe in life
Nigga, got hit with 60, not the rollin' type
Me gon' plug, push up on the motorbike
Butch on my head, I'm lookin' like Dolomite
Butch on my head, ain't talkin' to Twin Towers
I got a big-ass Drake, my stick loud
Give me a nine, I stretch to a brick house
Bitch, you ain't servin', you don't even serve ounce
You get boxes in, I'ma turn out
I'm in me wine house with a wine glass
All of them war stories, which don't line ass
Told her to come in with her finance
I'm tryin' to * a bitch that Brent Fires
All that time passed
Slidin' off black, I turned on the contrast
Got the same stick as Selena Gomez
Bitch, it's a free car, we got no tax
Bitch, I'm bilingual, my man George Lopez
Shot up his hood, my bitch want show ass
I shot the stick so much, broke the pomade
I got the stick, gon' tuck in the moped
I got this bitch tryin' to * with a grown ass
Give me a three or the Trish and I'm on ass
Bitch named Carmen, she thinks she a Cortez
Blood in her tux, 12 fingers, a bomb bath
I mean, bad bum
I'ma walk down with that * in a Atcom
These niggas don't know *, I'ma drop on
Bitch, nigga, don't want a link like .com
Nigga, I hang out the van like a soccer mom
Roll his body in the road
Like it's Ramadan
After we get in the shootout, it's quiet calm
You wanna be with serving, gotta serve a bomb
Bum in the Drake, got a cash, you can sign my arm
Run in this house, you get off, set alarm
Go in the elevator, I'm the new salon
Too much money, buy my bitch a new salon
Shoot up the studio, now the producer
Bitch, how you serving? You never heard of me?
Shout a nigga
Blood dried up, that * lookin' burgundy
Hang out the window, no couple, no courage
Give me a 30 to sniff and the Glock is alerted
I robbed everybody, bitch, how you ain't heard of me?
Niggas be finny, it's lookin' like further me
Herculean, switchin' my blasts and my verse with me
Verbally, you try to step to a nigga, make murder seem
Ten on his head, it's her BBL surgery