We finna drop em like on the floor

I wanna fuck on that bitch from the back of the trap

Have her screamin like Lana Rhoades

I wanna hit it, just like a pack

She wanna suck on my dick from the back

Couple of hoes that I mix in da trap

Bro is a simp, he get a pat on the back

I'm cooking up yola with my hoes

I run from da cops, like uh oh

I keep that muhfuckin' pole

I'm a addict, I'm struggling

Bitches, your fumbling

My money keeps tumbling

Up, up, u-up

I'm smoking on gas

We will not last

So let's just leave this shit in the past

Leave me alone

Don't call on my phone

I fuck on dat bitch

Lower ya tone

I try and I try again

But I don't wanna be your friend

Fuck the old me, I just want da new me

Fuck the old me, I just want da new me

I don't fuck wit bitches that be sayin that they knew me

I don't really love her, I jus say that for the doonies

I got a barrel round, it shaped like boobies

In da trap with my youngin's, yeah they newbies

She said she wanna fuck, she wan do me

Someone get they mans, 'cause they fruity

He rocking the belt, that I gave em

His mom is a bitch, she ain't raise em

I flex on my money, I faze em

That boy is a bitch and I paved em

That boy is a bitch and I praised em

That boy my son and he still talkin shit

That boy my son but he still is a bitch

How you get a bloody nose from ya own clique

He tryna make fun of da fits

That boy rockin no brand

Beat up by his own fam

Beat up by his own mans

I take the perc, yeah I cannot land

I really see that I got the fans

I really see that I got the bands

I really count it up in my hands