[Intro]

(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)

Yeah, huh, huh

Fell asleep holdin' a double cup, bro, I forgot I'm standin'

Fell asleep holdin' a double cup, bro, I forgot I'm—

(Come on, P)

[Verse 1]

Fell asleep holdin' a double cup, bro, I forgot I'm standin'

Spent a hundred on two tumbler cups, bought my bitch some Stanleys

Shoppin' in the store, ski'd up, thinkin' in 'bout scammin'

I ain't talked to this girl in a couple months, I'm thinkin', "Should I answer?"

Huh, huh, chop talk over niggas, that bitch ain't got no manners

Huh, I ain't got time for bullshit, that wasn't in my planners

Huh, my bitch keep askin' me 'bout this girl like, "Did you slam her?" Huh

I'm like that white kid that don't cheat, bae, I can't give you answers

Huh, I'm like that white kid that don't cheat, like do that shit yourself

Catch him out and give him hell, we whoop his ass without no belt

Don't tеll me that you feel when bro got shot 'cause you don't know how that fеlt

Beat the case, went back to jail, that's Cali weed, I know that smell

Got a problem muggin' a lot of niggas that I don't know too well

Put chips and cheese all on his head, blow his brains, now it's Rotel

Got a play for that gray wide-body, meet me at the Shell

Rob his ass, don't even sell, use that sale to buy my shell

It's so much shit that I did that I ain't told niggas

Striker 'Cat got hoes in it, blue money, that's old chicken, huh

Grab the ARP with the bag, that bitch fold niggas

Bro 'nem like to troll niggas, catch your ass at home with it

If I'm talkin' to her in the club, she probably came home with me

If you ain't talkin' 'bout no pape', then you can't do no song with me

I want a bitch in every state, I fuck with the long-distance

I need a bitch with a good-ass name, let me put these phones in it

[Interlude]

I want a bitch in every state, I fuck with the long-distance

I need a bitch with a good-ass name, let me put these phones in it (Yeah, bitch)

I want a bitch in every state, I fuck with the long-distance (Yeah)

I need a bitch with a good-ass name, let me put these phones in it (Bitch, bitch)

[Verse 2]

Pullin' up in all fast dudes, I know you hear me, huh

Slide the 'Cat so easy and this bitch don't even got no power steering

Every time you listen, I'm talkin' shit, I know you tired of hearin' me

A nigga pull up bustin' out the whip, I bet he dropped him early

Huh, just tried to chase a nigga down, bro, it was bright and early

Huh, the Glock got a standard clip, but I still ride with thirty

Beatin' her shit down, I'm off the Don, she said, "You tryna hurt me," huh

Threw eight thousand in the club, I know they was tired of twerkin'

Threw eight thousand in the club, I know they— yeah

Threw eight thousand in the club, they tired of shakin' ass

My nigga got a plug on him for them Glocks, the shit that make 'em fast

Lately I've been spendin' all my money on shit that make it back

[Outro]

Bitch, yeah

Huh

It's with an X, nigga, Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that shit

Walkdown Gang

Fuck goin' on, nigga?