[Chorus]

Yeah

Why these grown hoes want 800? Ain't even turn nineteen, that's funny

Ma, I got the flu, I promise, why else would my nose be runnin'?

Five hunnid worth of drugs in my pocket, I see 12, I'm runnin'

[Verse]

Ha, try to catch up, slow-ass pig, I been outran him

If you see me, dap up, my face don't appreciate cameras

Bitch, I'm married, back up, not even in your dreams I'd crack ya

Got my Rickies on, I'm saggin', bitch said, "Pull your pants up"

Maybe mind yo' business, ho, maybe fix yo' lip

Why you worryin' 'bout my pants? Lil' bitch, stop lookin' at my dick

Smoke a pack of Reds a day, my lungs don't got much life to live

Fuck this bih, then send her home, you're dirty, ain't gave her a gift

[Chorus]

(Huh-uh) Yeah

Why these grown hoes want 800? Ain't even turn nineteen, that's funny

Ma, I got the flu, I promise, why else would my nose be runnin'?

Five hunnid worth of drugs in my pocket, I see 12, I'm runnin'

[Outro]

(I been outran him)

Yeah, why these grown hoes want 800? Ain't even turn nineteen, that's fun—

(My face don't appreciate cameras)