[Intro]
[Verse 1: $ilkMoney]
Fucking yo bitch in Alaska, that pussy cold as hell
She sucking my dick in the classroom, pussy be show and tell
Return where you copped that strap from, your pistol old and Frail
You broke pussy nigga, then mask up
Go get some dough, you scared
[Verse 2: Cyrax!]
(Okay) got guap on the way
Lil shawty talk, she all play
(Okay) designer my waist
.40 spray shots in your face
(Okay) your bitch ain't my taste
You niggas plot, you too fake
Aye my old bitch got replaced
Just want that top and my space, okay
[Verse 3: $ilkMoney]
You poonany, peon, lih bastard, betta get yo cash up
I don't need yo pussy, nor yo tushy
Rather roll this pack up
I die, I respawn where I just was
I placed a tac, brah
Three straps in the back
One on my sack, don't need no backup
[Verse 4: Cyrax!]
(Ayy)
Flex up lil nigga, I'm countin' dough with my crew (okay)
Pull up right on you, watch my DirtBags we gon' shoot (okay)
I just might show out she wanna ride in my coupe (okay)
Pull up on yo' block, I got the top off no roof (okay)
[Hook: $ilkMoney and Cyrax!]
I don't fuck with bitch ass niggas, I just go fuck they bitches
I don't fuck with keeping cool, you see an op, leave him missin'
Niggas snitchin', shit's ridiculous, tryna get shit acquitted
Stick to the mission, mind ya business, Do Better Stop Bitchin'