[Intro]

Yeah

Oh, oh

Oh-ooh, ooh, oh

Tell me pull up

Aye, bitch

Huh, yeah

[Chorus]

I tryna see why niggas lying

That nigga hot, had on a stain

Ain't a way he touch the fine

These niggas wrecked, they can't deny

Hop out, them rounds up in his spine

Wait 'til they sleep, I air the streets out with this motherfucking .9

[Post-Chorus]

Aye, bitch

Oh, huh, yeah

I done spinned his block again

I done did some shit for my city niggas never can

Try to press me, bitch, then you get lit

Come and meet this fan

I was tryna fuck her bestie, fuck right in her other friend

[Verse]

Louis Vuitton pair, uh, this shit made in France

AOG, fuck the skat

I might go and cop a Benz

I stay thеre then fuck you in it

We don't wastе, still like the spending

She been suckin' me for hours

I'm in her mouth, just like the dentist

Run with that chopper, bitch, huh

I'm a fucking menace

They want me to turn down

Told them niggas "I ain't finished"

Bitch get bad, 'cause I got him shot

[?]

Yeah, I'm 'bout to fuck his bitch

After that, I head back to the shore

He can't even make a hit, why that nigga still tryna write?

He went and dropped a diss

Few hours later, he done made some clout

He tryna make no friend with rapper

They ain't living where they wrote

You ain't even talk that long, bin your song

Oh, that shit was cap

Huh, yeah

[Chorus]

I tryna see why niggas lying

That nigga hot, had on a stain

Ain't a way he touch the fine

These niggas wrecked, they can't deny

Hop out, them rounds up in his spine

Wait 'til they sleep, I air the streets out with this motherfucking .9

[Post-Chorus]

Aye, bitch

Oh, huh, yeah

I done spinned his block again

I done did some shit for my city niggas never can

Try to press me, bitch, then you get lit

Come and meet this fan

I was tryna fuck her bestie, fuck right in her other friend (Friend)