:Well fuck these niggas i got em

I pull up in a Maserati,see See I eat rappers for hobbies, rich homie quan ain nobody

I used to sell that boy molly

I hit yo ho well im sorry

I skeeted all on her body, im in the hood all through the week, boy you ain from the projects nigga talkin bout hoes

Pulling up at they show

100 niggas, 100 choppers we all trained to go

They stole my flow and you know, that a whole another topic

HOOK

Well tell these niggas i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em,i got em

Somebody call the pussy nigga i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em

Somebody please tell these niggas imma keep fucking they hoes

I keep rocking these shows

Tell these niggas i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em

(on the phone with quan)

Verse two

Tell these niggas i got em, fuck these niggas i got em, say you got guns but i doubt it

The gansta shit you ain bout it, that gansta shit you ain bout it

See that lil song got me hot, now i need all of that you got and

Them lil 9 months wasn't shit, you broke in yo daddy spot

We know, you's duck, you's a ho, that foe show

Pillow talking to the hoes, on the low

That my style that my flow and you know

How the hell the nigga say that boy

See the diffrence between me and you

Is that you lie about the things you do and

You might talk that life, but you ain bout that life

Hook

On the phone with quan again