[Produced by Trackmasters]

[Verse 1]

Bitch mob, bitch, what it do

I make ya bitch fuck me

Real street nigga, so I prolly wouldn't trust me

Stay with the Glock wit the nine or the musket

I'm the Based God, so your bitch wanna fuck me

Bad coke deal, so we call this shit husky

Lookin' for a Lassie

Infrared dotted shotgun lookin' classy

Red dots on the boy, like a game

Shoutout to bitch stone, I'mma make Twitter

I got dope and stones, I got business stones

Pretty rich, rockstar I'm Rolling Stones

I got rows of stones

I'm rollin' holmes

Pop somethin' so quick that'll close your dome

Pop somethin' so quick that'll expose your dome

Come out, fuck this bitch, and raid your home

This is my time, I'mma fuckin' shine

Niggas out west with the vicious grind

Fuck the boss, nigga, the bitch is mine

Won't break her back, the bitch is mine

Watch your bitch, fine

The bitch won't survive

I'mma fuckin', like 'em wet and slidin', you feel me?

Credit card and slide 'em

Don't make me pull out the receipts if I'm lyin'

I need a Mexicana Latina mami

I need a gangster bitch with a body

You feel me, that likes to start the party

Pop a couple pills and I see you in the morning

[Outro]

Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm talkin'

Little B, Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm talkin'

Little B, Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm sayin'

Little B, Little B, Little B won't you please come fuck with me