[Intro]

(Oh-oh-oh, Dipper)

Oh, I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitches

Yeah

[Verse 1]

I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitches, I done did that befo'

Bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout that struggle, I done lived that befo'

Get mad about his bitch but you can't get back this ho

We go real fast fo'sho, bitch, I've been in that mode

Woah (Yeah)

I'm in that mode, let's go

Yeah, okay, let's go

Come on, AK equipped with a drum on

All the block ball hard like Drummond

Bad bitch, and she ain't got none on

Look at your wallet, there's nothin' in it

And the 'za had to tap on in one minute

Should be mad at yo' bitch 'cause I'm not a nina

Wanna fuck with a champ', you can come with it

Bad bitch, I told her come get it

Bitch, you gotta book your own flight

If it's smoke, it's on sight, turn the Owens Off-White

Lil' bitch, I live a boss life

I done earned 'bout all stripes

Shawty said she wanna fuck because she fuck wit' tall guys

Shawty brought four of her friends, so I'm fuckin' all five

And I named by Glock the judge 'cause it's gon' make 'em all rise

[Verse 2]

I'm comin' back on the other side

I cannot fuck on no other guys

[?] winner, but I don't want fame, really I need me another prize

If you heard he a snitch, he not one of mines

She a slutty ass bitch, she ain't one of mines

Nah, for real, I don't fuck wit' those type

If you run up talkin' crazy, then you might lose your life

Tryna come up, think you shine it, then you might lose yo' lights

Don't bring your bitch in, for real, 'cause you might lose your wife

Lil' bitch, I'm worried 'bout my checks, I ain't worried 'bout no likes

I got Balencis on my feet, lil' bitch, I'm not rockin' Nikes

And I've been hittin' this bitch all week, it's time for her to catch a flight

Yeah, I've been catchin' flights, I ain't caught feelings in a minute

I'm sippin' codiene, got me finished

Lord forgive me, I've been sinnin'

And I've been tryna keep my distance, stay away from these lame-os

On my downfall they wishin', but I just know that I can't go

Yeah, [?] feelin' like kangol, diamonds hittin', rainbow

My lil' bro a lunatic, he like playin' with Dracos

I hope they don't find evidence, just make sure that they case closed

He mad 'cause I'm ahead of him, and whatever I say goes

I just hit yo' bitch and then I told her maybe stay close

If we pop out, we shootin' out, we don't like to lay low

Yeah, I mean, unless it's twelve on the run

Yeah, I do not stay low 'cause I got a .30 and my gun