[Intro]

(Ayy, JK)

[Verse]

Big 'Woods full of Cookie, I just transformed

Never lackin', bro clutchin' on the dance floor

Yeah, chalk a nigga like a blackboard

Yeah, the way my niggas get to trippin', need a passport, ayy

Had a ball with your bitch, now I'm back bored

Boy, don't make me slide down like a van door

Ayy, out here makin' moves like a landlord

Huh, we been punchin' all day, Kids Next Door

Ayy, ayy, huh

Be right back, I got a neck appointment at four

All she wanna do is fuck and play Pandora

All I'm thinkin' 'bout is head, how should I ask for it?

Catch a vibe, catch this nut, alright, time to leave

Put my people through so much, my apologies

Everything I ever did was for the family

Pops, I'm happy that I got to make you proud of me

On my way to them M's, yeah, finally

Y'all niggas actin' like hoes, call 'em Tyler P

Yeah, heard you havin' money problems, sign to me

Off-White hoodie on like it's kinda bleached, ayy

Off-White belt like it's dingy

I'm a whole different nigga when I fuck her off the Henny

I was sleep, she gave me head from the side like a penny

We was punchin' Lyfts, doin' turn-arounds, shit was risky

Sick I cut my headhunter off, bitch too friendly

Fuck around and told the bitch I love her, I'm so silly

Big-ass titties on the ratchet, call it Wendy

Ain't too proud to beg, David Ruffin, please don't tempt me

Nigga, ayy, nigga soft—

Ayy

Y'all think them niggas cut, but they hoes really, ayy, ayy

What you walk around with twenty in your pants for?

Shit, I tried to count fifty, but my hands sore

She say, "I used to fuck with Marc, he a manwhore"

Well, bitch, you shoulda held on, 'cause your man poor

Ooh, she deepthroatin', 'bout to make me do the dashboard

Chillin' in the presidential suite, feel like Al Gore

Huh, drop her right back off on Elmore

When that beam in your face, it ain't camcorder, ayy

Thousand for these ugly shoes, fuck it, I was bored

In the store with two card crackers like a smore

Shit'll never ever be the same like it was before

Y'all niggas on punishment, still ain't off the porch

Your bitch called my Metro, said she want some more

Every day I make it home, gotta thank the Lord

I know niggas want me dead and gone

I could never leave the strap at home

Niggas talk down on they mans to hoes

For some pussy, they'll sell they soul

Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout Rez and Tone

For them bands, blow you like a saxophone, huh

Lost respect for a lot of niggas, ayy

They want me and all my dogs to be in competition

Team full of solid niggas, we is not them niggas

Don't hit me up, 'cause I'm chargin' all you floppin' niggas

Phone on do not disturb, I'm not tryna kick it

Gucci receipt so fuckin' long, look like I got a ticket

Your stingy ass cuffed that bitch, I was just tryna hit it

Yeah, ayy, but I heard she a demon

On the road, I been thinkin'

Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah

Reminiscin', I been fiendin'

You the only one know how to eat it

Motherfuckin' demon

Demon