VERSE: (Summrs)

"i feel like blowing a bag on you

Put some guap on yo head n-- whatchu gon do

Big Glock on me might blow that achoo

Said i got a lot of racks lil baby that's true

Heard you talking that shit ima blow it on you

I'm in the trap house yeah don't got no room

High off the perc higher than a witch with a broom

Come in like that i'm sorting the loot

She just want everything in my damn pocket

Man i swear that these bitches be so out of pocket

G 23 on me blow like a rocket

I'm in the head kick shift with them rockets

Get fresher everyday with no stylist

Ima fuck this bitch yeah ain't no option

Anything you want you know i cop it

Get out my face lil ho just stop it

Blame it on the trending topic

Fuckin that ho she work at follies

Hittin my face grindin im sorry

5 star restaurant eatin calamari

I got the velour straight from bari

Cut her off she too retarded

VERSE:(hoepless)

"two bars

We be smokin on that gas and we go up to mars

Yeah we hop up in the scat but we ain't goin far

And we gon sip up on that lean and we don't go to bars

Foreign bitches foreign clothes and even foreign cars

But i don't need that bitch i toss her out cause im a star

Smoke in the scat

Run up on me and im pullin the gat

Run up inside of the mall

We gonna ball

I'm gonna pull out the stacks

Take 2 pills and im sippin on jet

You is a pussy they call you a cat

Run up on me it's a permanent nap

Bury your body up under the grass

Two bands for the pair of shoes that i don't even wear

Walkin in public i'll prolly be stunting don't even care

Gucci all over my vest

This shit be rare

You be sayin you not impressed

But you stop and stare