[Intro]
My bitch bad shit, I can tell just by her accent
I want to make a-half-a-million off of rapping
I know 30 niggas 'round me got them backends
But, I came in with the eleven call it mac-in’
[Hook]
Hard you toting, Lil-nigga what poking?
Yeah, He got the blow-in, and bro-bro bout to go in
No, no, I don’t know him, that nigga don’t even go here
12 just pulled up, down on the block it’s Color-Coded
Oh shit, he loaded, what the fuck he bought poles in
Now he blowing that nigga can’t even hold it
We in the party and you know we got them hoes here
I can’t even feel the wealth, I swear this shit keeps growing
[Verse 1]
I can’t takе these pictures, mе and my bitch in intermission
My ex-bitch just hit me what the fuck she asked for a 50
My Girl said don’t text back, you know a nigga wouldn’t
If I want her I get her back, you know I'm never losing
I can never-ever lack, these niggas always looking
Crazy bitches hit my phone, they always look Cookie
I can’t never-ever fold, not even for no cookie
Bitch think shit way too easy, can’t jugg me over no tookie
Give it up, give your best shot, fucking shorty make her leg lock
All he wanted was G- Shock, All he wanted was a real shot
3 pops and that's a dead shot, backed up and the block hot
Lame nigga you the told the cops
Snitch nigga you owe the ops
Time in, time out, and shit I’ll do it again
I know your shorty loves me, but I think I love her friends
Bleed the block got him burned up, that nigga got a tan
Ten times out of ten we know that nigga a fan
[Hook]
Hard you toting, Lil-nigga what poking?
Yeah, He got the blow-in, and bro-bro bout to go in
No, no, I don’t know him, that nigga don’t even go here
12 just pulled up, down on the block it’s Color-Coded
Oh shit, he loaded, what the fuck he bought poles in
Now he blowing that nigga can’t even hold it
We in the party and you know we got them hoes here
I can’t even feel the wealth, I swear this shit keeps growing
[Verse 2]
Shorty, I can hardly keep up with your lies
Sorry, all these hoes they know that, that your mine
I'm sorry, sorry that I think I got too high
Probably never pay attention why should I even try?
Walking up and down Soho, my niggas go-go, my nigga for sho though
Spazzin’ nigga like I’m loco, your bitch off coco, nigga and you don’t even know though
Ice on me and that's Frozone, Lil nigga like cold stones. Lil nigga he too cold
Bad bitch in the hills, I coped a deal like where the blue go?
[Hook]
Hard you toting, Lil-nigga what poking?
Yeah, He got the blow-in, and bro-bro bout to go in
No, no, I don’t know him, that nigga don’t even go here
12 just pulled up, down on the block it’s Color-Coded
Oh shit, he loaded, what the fuck he bought poles in
Now he blowing that nigga can’t even hold it
We in the party and you know we got them hoes here
I can’t even feel the wealth, I swear this shit keeps growing