[Verse]

Glock on my hip when I ride I might slide by

Don't give a fuck about a kid we doing drive by's

Connected with your bitch like my name was lil' Wifi

Now I'm on her TV so she call me lil' sci-fi

Push up in that Benz all black with the blue tint

He don't got a plan so I mapped up with the blueprint

I'm fucking any bitch yeah a nigga could get used to this

A thousand on some jeans yeah a nigga with the foolish shit

I ain't fuck with jail cause the shit was hella' cold

I can't stand a fuckin' snitch I'ma beat whoever told

Told my ex I was over her, I ain't fucking you no more

And she acting kinda bold now she front seat at the shows

Blueberry, cherry, raspberry, smoothie be the seats

Candy paint, canary yellow, if a nigga want the heat

I really ain't shaking hands what your friendship do to me

If a nigga want some smoke, then we pop him like some grease

Counting bands on a nigga cause lil' Candy bout his cheese

I'll drench your whole team so they call me lemon squeeze

Give a fuck about the cops, OCA about they bread

We'll leave a nigga dead if he talking to the feds

If you wake up in the morning and you feeling kinda fresh

Just play this fucking song and I bet you'll count some bread

Fuck that bitch on twitter she ain't really doing shit

She ain't really counting up cause she steady on my dick

(Aye)