[Verse 1]

Aye

Watching MTV jams, getting my dick sucked

Tried to bust in her mouth, but she felt that bitch jump

You know I don't trust shit, I got that stick tucked

Chicken phone slapping, sorry baby gotta pick up

Lil bro just dropped a chain, now I gotta get one

Got that 2.5 on me like ten bucks

With the gang

Taking pictures, throwing 6 up

Everywhere I go I showboat, like I'm Mrs. Puff

[Hook]

Aye don't ask if I'm strapped

Aduhh

Fuck love, I need racks

Aduhh

Before we fuck, I need the neck

Aduhh

Yeah, no strings attached

Aduhh

I'm in traffic riding with it on my lap

Aduhh

When we catch who killed bro, he getting whacked

Aduhh

Yeah, playing wit yo tracks

Aduhh

Running up a check

Aduhh

[Verse 2]

Aye

Trey got that thracks, nigga duhh

Finna pull up on me right now and match, nigga duhh

All facts when I rap, nigga duhh

She like damn Kidd that's really how you act, bitch aduhh

Aye you niggas hoes

That's a shit only a bitch a do

Jamie Foxx, with this strap so unpredictable

Bitch pussy, was so good she unforgettable

I'm lying, I forgot her soon as I walk in the living room

Got her punching

Turnt a hoe into a criminal

You can't ride with straps then don't get inside this vehicle

Swiper with my bitch, we made 20 at the minimum

Money calling, move bitch get out the way like Mystical

Suck my dick then post how she love you its so pitiful

Coughing with my balls in her hands this a physical

Bitch, I'm just tryna fuck don't make this difficult

Aye, good loud break it down like a syllable

Calm down nigga don't nobody want yo bitch but you

Life crazy, sold some percs to my old principal

Aye I can name like 20 rappers that y'all listen to

15 of them rapping shit that they didn't do

Listen to my songs for the truth, fuck a interview

Get out of line and get sent home like elementary school

New Glock gotta twin it's identical

New side bitch might be yours, but she don't mention you

She said Marc now I understand why that stick with you

Cause niggas broke and they mad they can't be friends with you

Kill them with success now they heart condition critical

Must be a tornado, I'm in traffic with a missing roof

The way she throw that ass back, I thought her rent was due

Tunnel vision, treat these hoes like they invisible

Forest Gump couldn't walk a mile in these shoes

Y'all ain't real bosses, Y'all ain't bounce back from real loses

We on tip, with everybody since Reub passed

New tech, black and silver like a cool pad

New 30 inside my bitch like a new bag

No more scrapping if you ain't strapped too bad

Took them bitches on a chase and I threw that

Rather threw two flat than get blew back

Aye pockets got more knots than a durag

And my bitch so bad, she need boot camp

Oh shit, so crazy when I look back

Had roaches, before school, shake out my book bag

Hood nigga racked up still using food stamps

When I needed you the most, fuck was you at?

So no you can't get shit, you rat ass bitch

Yeah, fuck out yo feelings, ole sad ass bitch, aye

Aye what a fuckin shame

Nothing was the same

Since I got this money and this fame

They stepping on my name

Mad cause they ain't me, they want me in a grave

Spreading rumours, saying whatever come into they brain

I can't take no bitch serious that fucking with y'all lames

Fake cash shit, nigga we don't want yo chain

Oh yeah, heard that little diss song

When I see you out you better pray I don't got that stick on

We gone run it up till every nigga that I'm with froze

Till our whole section ate, like our rent low

Yeah yo pussy good but gotta keep you in the friend zone

Got her in that field, punching up, just like Kimbo

30 clip long, light his head up like Sisqó

Niggas see this pole and get low like limbo

I ain't bout to wrestle wit y'all niggas, I ain't Big Show

Plus when I beat his ass, he gone want revenge though

Plus when I swing Swan swinging we ain't with those

One on ones, unless you talking Carlton with the chips gone

Tank, they don't know about that shit, all our shit automatic

Me and my bitch got matching straps for nigga talking reckless

I feel like Sandy Cheeks, I'm going back to Austin, Texas

Getting cheese from all them hams, that's what you call a sandwich

Aye, record labels keep calling I need more chicken

How the hell bro feed family too, that's how we roll nigga

Yeah

Feel like Avant, just give me 4 minutes with her

Bet I hit her then send her back home wit you

Yeah

I like head with the fan on

Either do that shit or I'm a put my mans on

3.5 in a wood my nigga Rens gone

Got me faded like a hair on a lesbo

Plus I got the strap-on

Hold on, let them catch on

Niggas can't be that slow

Bitch I'm not your best friend, your bother, or yo backbone

Probably only told you that so I could get the neck though

AR with a silence on the end like a bad joke

Aye

These bitches all messy

Niggas all petty

Get them bitches going 14, I think I'm R. Kelly

Numb to pain but to money my heart heavy

Got me drinking everyday like I'm Bart daddy

[Hook]

Aye don't ask if I'm strapped

Aduhh

Fuck love, I need racks

Aduhh

Before we fuck, I need the neck

Aduhh

Yeah, no strings attached

Aduhh

I'm in traffic riding with it on my lap

Aduhh

When we catch who killed bro, he getting clapped

Aduhh

Yeah, playing wit yo tracks

Aduhh

Running up a check

Aduhh