Reach for my chain that’s how a b*tch die

Blew out his head Splashed him like tide

We sending you up We not flying kites

But when I see you It’s still up like a kite

Y’all shoot in the air Like 4th of July

You really ain’t bout its time to be quiet

If I catch you outside I get lit like a light

F*cked the b*tch hard She said she can’t feel her stomach

I’m taking my time And ik that she lovin it

Might’ve fucked yo bitch And you didn’t hear nothing

You already know how I’m coming

She suck me up Then I’m back on the run

Cause I got a t***y And I shoot that b*tch just for fun

And I told you b*tch n*gga im on what you on

I might be skinny But I’m smoking some strong