[Intro]
Yeah, bad ho (Yeah, woah)
Back blow (Yeah)
New strap, I can't wait to tag toes
Boutta (Woah) relax, I'ma get a bag bro
Outta (Woah) rehab, looking to relapse ho
I can't act broke, look at how my cash flow
I can't (Woah) cap bro, when I write my tax ho
He be mad broke tryna prove he mad loaf
This be strapped though, she wanna feel her back blown
[Verse 1]
Mud in my Cullinan ho, that's where I'm sippin'
Get brain in back of the truck, we gon' flip it
[?]
When I grab the stick on the trigger I fidget
I see a bag, I don't illicit, I get it
She wanna talk but I told her I [?]
Ho giving dope brain, ho went autistic
Yeah, suicide doors jumpin' out the frame (Out the framе)
[?] foreign (Foreign)
[Verse 2]
Huh, yeah, did shе mean that?
I just dropped a band on my fit, she want the chain checked
I just put a chain on my chick so she stay up
I might just speed up I ain't wind checkin' (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Ohh, all the time I spent away, I wish I could spend it with you
And you still [?] the same
Girl, baby, come back to my room
And you said [?]
But, baby