Hey, hey, uhWhat the * this nigga want? He keep blowin' on my phoneThen he got a girlfriend, I don't brag, I have it homeLike that first set, bitch, he nasty with no momAnd just tell me where the bitch stop lyin', bitch, we grownWhat the * I look like? Gettin' skinny, checkin' phoneAnd I know this pussy crazy, nigga, can't live me longAin't never talk *, I'm his favorite toxic bitchAll my bitches train to go, they don't do that talkin' *You can put on any beat, but I believe I'm walkin' inI mean, I done ran out of E-Racks and I'm only 19Get money, * in my jeans, we trap buggin'I might just start sellin' beans, mindin' my business* do you mean? Bitch, I ain't bougie, still shop on SheenEarly bird, get to wearin' several playin' pajamasTryna run out of E-Racks for my mama, she want it, she get it, no problemHow the * they gon' act when I run out of E-Comics?How the * they gon' act when I run out of E-Comics?Yeah, when I run it upHow you a brat and ain't havin' your way?Tryna fight by the nigga who callin' me backGot a group full of hoes who gon' do what I sayBetter watch how you talk, I got * who don't playMr. Grubber with the weed, smoke a spliff to the faceWhat the * this nigga want? He keep blowin' on my phoneThen he got a girlfriend, I don't brag, I have it homeI don't like that quiet set, bitch, get nasty with no momAnd just tell me where the bitch stop lyin', bitch, we grownWhat the * I look like? Gettin' skinny, checkin' phoneAnd I know this pussy crazy nigga can't be me longI ain't never talk *, I'm his favorite toxic bitchAll my bitches tryna go, they don't do that talkin' **