[Verse 1: FYG Tuff]

Aye, I rock two three on my back cuz I feel like the greatest

I fuck that bitch with the drank bitch I’m faded

Im deep in that pussy I’m slaying like Jason

No time for bitches or hoes till I’m famous

Hop in the coupe Ima race it to Vegas

Woke up this morning your bitch getting naked

Opp steady plotting gone leave his block shaking

I get, I get the guap (Guap)

My bands coming with knots (Knots)

Choppa gone heat up the block (Gah,gah)

Gang gang shit we on top (Grrah)

All about money no thots (Thots)

Wet up, wet up his bih like a mop

Get up, get up my guap (Hoo)

The bass in my music I let that bih drop

(Aye, damn, you ain't smoking no boof in yo blunt then what you doin

Gang, skrrt, skrrt, bitch)

[Chorus: FYG Tuff]

I don’t got time for these bitches or hoes, just give me space (Space)

Hop in the coupe Ima race (Race)

These bitches on me but these bitches basic

My choppas giving out facelifts, my music all in your play (Yah, yah)

Riding round dirty in the car with the gang (Yeah, gang, yeah)

Body bag opps on the hit list

[Verse 2: Codiene Jerm]

Stashing the bricks in the basement

I can’t be rocking no fake shit

None of my shordies is basic, they not the barbies you play with (Bad, bad)

Pour up the lean in a spaceship, I make a scene like the matrix (Yah, yah, yah)

I got some hitters they Asian, I got a plug he Jamaican (Yao ming)

Ten toes he can’t walk a mile in my shoes (No)

Ten bad hoes turn em down for the loot (Bad bitch)

Switchblade open up the doors on the coupe (Bitch)

Ben frank I told all the hunnids turn blue (Hunnids)

Let the chopstick take a pic Ima blam it (Brrow)

Ima break her back like her spine was ceramic (No)

Spitting big facts smoking dope in a hammock

He a real rat tryna snitch for a sandwich

I don’t pay no mind when these niggas sneak dissing

I was in the blind now I’m seeing clear vision (Yeah)

Pouring up a pint, crack seals and I’m sipping

Open up my mind I ain’t got no limit

Let the choppa spray I’m in the hills of LA (Of LA)

If he want some beef draco sing like Ella Mai (Ella Mai)

Ima pay the lawyer when I shoot out with the K

Told the bitch give me space then I woke up at the bank

[Chorus: FYG Tuff]

I don’t got time for these bitches or hoes, just give me space (Space)

Hop in the coupe Ima race (Race)

These bitches on me but these bitches basic

My choppas giving out facelifts, my music all in your play

Riding round dirty in the car with the gang

Body bag opps on the hit list

[Verse 3: Turbo Cj]

They know he can sing but can he rap ?

House made of brick and burglar bars look like the trap (Big bricks)

All these old niggas, they keep worrying about my bag (Whats in it?)

Don’t worry about whats in it, its a sack and a strap

Choppa getting close it’ll blow off your cap (Woah)

Drove in the explorer then took him off the map (Aye)

Fucking on your bitch she dug her nails into my back (Ooh)

Shipping off the pack in a seal like a vac (Uhhh)

They wondering what I’m doing like I’m in a white van

Come out with the 5th ooh I got a nice hand (Damn)

I been fucking Roxanne but I don’t wanna be her man (Nope)

And the drip unreleased, you gone have to spend a band

Hit these bitches with the in and out minute man (Ooh)

But don’t get it twisted baby I ain’t Minute Maid

Your gold look like piss matter of fact lemonade (Uhh)

Choppa gonna clip him he might never walk again (Damn)

Thought his niggas had his back, now he depending on a cane (Damn)

Body not artificial she’s a natural of the game

If she fat from the back I don’t care bout her face

Can’t trust a bitch so I fuck her at her place

Can’t save a hoe I ain’t never like a cape (No)

These niggas fruit he get crushed like a grape (Yeah)

She love the stars in the roof of the wraith , when I fuck in the car look like we off into space (But)

[Chorus: FYG Tuff]

I don’t got time for these bitches or hoes, just give me space (Space, yeah)

Hop in the coupe Ima race (Race)

These bitches on me but these bitches basic

My choppas giving out facelifts, my music all in your play

Riding round dirty in the car with the gang

Body bag opps on the hit list (Yeah)

[Outro: Turbo Cj]

Mmhmmm, uhh huhh, yeah, space coupe

In the space coupe yeah, in the space coupe

Mmm, mmm, yeah