[Intro: King Cordy]

Fuck all these niggas man

I don't fuck with none of these niggas

LFS Gang

Rayne in here, Rayne in this bitch

'You dig what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 1: King Cordy]

She say she wanna fuck me, she like how I'm rhyming

You can't have my swag, get your own, good look finding

This little bitch she blow like she stepped on a mine

And I stay with the work and these bitches applying

So high I be flying, I feel like Clark Kent

Gucci and loud weed, girl that be my scent

She said she not fucking, girl that don't make sense

I swear I'm a hundred, you niggas just cents

Copped a new necklace and it got me drenched

And I run up my bands like Usain doin' sprints

Say you be flexing, you don't even bench

Cordy geeked up and piped up at any event

What I am worth is the money you spent on your car, on your closet, your necklace, your rent

What I am worth is the money you spent on your car, on your closet, your necklace, your AH

[Verse 2: Different]

Niggas be talkin’ just like they rich

They be lyin' like Mufasa

Open her legs like a doctor

Then I fuck her with no condom

She always swallowing my kids

She said they taste sweet like green apples

She do that shit so fucking much

It's just like she drinking snapples

Like Rihanna, yeah I know I said it

I’m snapping like I am poetic

Dudes give dirty faces, It’s like they are jealous

They pick bones with me, they get shot in the pelvis

He run into me and I’ll rock him like Elvis

You can get assistance, I’ll still leave you helpless

You know my gang good so don’t fuck with us fellas

Shots raining, you gon’ need some fucking umbrellas

Damn