Hey, look, lookYou've never seen me cryHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyI walk in with my twin looking bad as *We see bitches hating, but they mad cause they can't * with usIf your nigga look, then he took and now he stuck with us*, we might just give him back cause if he like you, then it ain't no luck with usKick and * like Kung FuI be chillin', I chillin', livin' doing my one-twoAnd I can't stress about no nigga, I'm too young toSo if you tellin' me you done, bitch, I'm done tooHo-ass nigga, what the * I look like runnin' the nigga downAnd I gotta ask my twins, say * that *, now you let me have itBaby, this a backwoods, no, we do not smoke on groundBitches forgettin' that they regular, that's wrong, * with rapI shake back quick, don't sell out to meBought no bitch, that you gon' end up that wayBeatin' up that keyboard, get in the field and be by actionI should be passin' out some hats the way you hoes be capin'Bitches tryin' to get this money, all these niggas be distractin'Puttin' my lyrics in a captionThe only thing you can do when thinkin' bout touchin' me is imagineAnd I'm drippin' this designer, just a different type of fashionHe told me he tryin' to beat it up, but he ain't Michael JackNiggas sellin' dreams quicker than an AC sellin'No motion ass nigga, I can't even get a sevenBougie ass hood, bitch, I grew up around a felonBaby, boy, just give me head, I am not with all them questionsI'm not with all them, not with all themNa-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-naNah, yo, you made it