[Verse:]

Right again (right again)

Titty baby with a do n*gga uh-huh I told her

When I woke up this morning we was on the news

That AK 47 knocked him out his shoes

I need to hit me a lick

Let’s go look on Instagram and see who rich

Look at that flick of a wrist

The gunfire flash is like a flick of a pic

On fire like flicks on a Bic

And I just went and made a flick with your bitch

Hater get off of my dick

Ain’t no more room for you in there or to fit

And I could work a brick I could work a brick

Cash me in a pot luck like I’m stirring grits

No dirt on my dish no dirt on my dish

He mean bottle shooting first his bottle don’t miss

Bitches a hit

Trust me you don’t wanna be on that list

I’m looking at Forbes like that should be me on that list

I came out of the money and even that bitch

Oh bitch I know

I don’t think I’m the shit

Cuz thinking is bitch

And everywhere I go I gotta keep a banger

I don’t want no dabs gangstas don’t show love to strangers

Better watch for titty baby cuz he only dangerous

Word on the street

We ain’t go speak on that shit

I know you n*gga’s a snitch

N*gga talk more than a skit

Fuck it I’m calling it quits

You heard I got money cuz bitch you be listening

You see I’m killing em cuz bitch you be witnessing

I know you ain’t innocent I ain’t gonna cover for you

This ain’t imprisonment girl I can’t judge you

But tonight I love you see that what them drugs do

That man got them chains and we wallet

Any blanket we pimp and we pop it

They call that shit [?]

Mama I can’t go to college I ain’t go to college

But see these hoes give me knowledge man they give me knowledge

I ran through a couple wrecks and gave a fuck about it

I seen them flick on his wrist and made him come up out it huh

Rapper’s worst nightmare you bitch you

You know what it is man

Boogie was good and

I was down with the LA

Cutter what up huh