Bitch, I'm sly Won't you bust it for real, n***a? Slim thick, lil' butt, but it feel real Although you just a lil' prime, I can deal with ya Although you just a lil' prime, I can deal with ya All night, gettin' spares, all night, gettin' high Hell to the year to the mother***in' why? Bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, creep around corners and dip it through the grass Right back on your motha***in' ass, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly, bitch, I'm sly Hell yeah to the mother***in' right All in this McQueen, I'ma see the light Smokin' KK, got me outta sight On stage, now I'm on a private flight It ain't cash, less a duffle bag with it Shorty bad, got a lotta ass with her I just smash, I don't take her out to dinner Gotta be a ten to get up in my Sprinter Road One Say she smoke, she the high two Drive the boat, if you want, you can ride too Let's talk about money, talkin' about comin' home Then we talkin' about somethin' Bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly I *** a mother***in' nigga, bitch, you payin' my dime We can make a movie, I ain't wastin' no time Baby, we can *** again, do it all night Baby, I've been hustlin' and cookin' all night Bitch is so bright, look at my light Like, *** it, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly Saw some hard-ass niggas on the corner flackin' me Like, what's up, what's true, what's up, I'm back to speak What's up with this coke wave, what's up with the crew Is that nigga still in jail or the nigga duped? I said, if you ain't up on thangs Coke boy's still a gang, coke wave in my veins Sly, nigga sly, nigga sly, nigga sly, bitch, nigga sly Won't you watch it for real, nigga? Same thick lil' bike, but it feel real Although you just a lil' cop, I'm not gonna deal with ya Although you just a lil' cop, I'm not gonna deal with ya All night gettin' spends, all night gettin' high Head up to the end to the mother***in' wire Bitch sly, bitch sly, sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly Creepin' around corners and then dippin' through the grass Right back on your mother***in' ass Bitch sly, bitch sly, sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly Blueface, baby, slidin', you all right? Slidin', bust it open for a real nigga Tommy gun on me like a hill figure Slidin' and glidin', this ain't no plain Jane VVS is bustin' Like Jerome Bennett, talkin' to the Fetty I got a ***in' fetish Two dicks on me, a cock and a big lock Reachin' my piece like open the eyes in Bird Box Gunshots, gunshots, start to track me 40 clackin' like some sandals when it's slappy Won't you watch it for real, nigga? Same thick lil' bike, but it feel real Although you just a lil' cop, I'm not gonna deal with ya Although you just a lil' cop, I'm not gonna deal with ya All night gettin' schmieres, all night gettin' high L to the N to the mother***in' Y Bitch sly, bitch sly, sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly, bitch sly