I think I'm done with that hoe

I think I'm done with that bitch

Slatt still clutching the stick

Yeah, I'm still clutching the five

Can't trust her with your life

I just posted my drop, but I can't wait for them niggas to slide

Geeked up, so damn high

Geeked up, out of my mind

Pulled up, whole lotta bands

Yeah, nigga, I'm in my prime

I just went and fucked on a fan

Still got a stick in my hand

That bitch she said I'm the man

I think she's know I'm the man

I smoke dope all day

I smoke dope, all god damn day

Young nigga, clutching the five

And my lil' brother, he clutching the K

Fuck with that hoe, she a vibe

When she come around, I'll be having my way

Yeah, nigga, so fucking high

Can't even lie, had a real good day

Yeah, you know that bitch so bad

I made these broke boys mad

Flex on these broke boys, yeah

Huh, I hit that hoe from the side

I hit that hoe from the back

Yeah I just fucked up her back

Yeah, I think I'm done with that hoe

Damn I'm done fucking that hoe

I just pulled up to the store

Because I need some more soda

Now I'm trying to pour up some drank

Damn these hoes don't think, I just came back from the bank

It's just me and my fucking kutta

No, you ain't gang

Ain't taking a risk

You ain't my fucking brother, buddy

I pop that X, I pop G6

I mix it in my muddy

Been getting high, high as a bitch

No I can't see above me

I only need to see what's in front of me

I'm whipping the scat, 120

Slime, slatt, Jeff Hardy

Touched down, in my city

In that mufuckin' unreleased whip

In that mufuckin' batmobile bitch

I'm trying to be done with the activist

But it's keeping me fly, Southwest

And it's keeping me high as a gutter

I don't ride without my Beretta

Not without my 92FS

Rockstar lifestyle, Madonna

I just spent your life on fabrics

Yeah, yeah, undercover

I keep me some shooters with dog tags

Yeah, yeah, stay with them soldiers

I think I'm done with that hoe

I think I'm done with that