(Chorus)

How the fuck you got led by a bih? Nigga you are lame, yeah

How the fuck you got led by a bih? Nigga you are lame, yeah

How the fuck you got led by a bitch? Nigga you are lame, yeah

How the fuck you got led by a bih? Nigga you are lame, yeah

How the fuck? Yeah

I put that shit on God (ye), I put that shit on trust (yeah)

I'm with my tote with my gun (yeah), that nigga he scared he gotta run (yeah)

And I put my hand on my zone (yeah)

She feelin' the swag 'cause I'm on (yeah)

But that ain't nothing just love (yeah)

(Verse)

Yeah, how the fuck (yeah), nigga be hatin' like a bum (yeah)

I'm in this shit showing no love (yeah)

All I need is racks over love (yeah, yeah)

I ain't no dumb yeah, you really got nothing to show (yeah)

Flew to Paris I got Saint Laurent (yeah)

They ain't really nothing to show (yeah)

808 hit like a gun yeah, I'm sippin' the lean it got me drunk yeah

That shit always got me so turnt yeah

Middle finger to my hoe yeah

I'm smoking on his pack and I barely see

I'm countin' the racks… I mean all for me?

I don't miss no shit, I hit everything

I wanna be rich, that shit my routine

This shit ain't no prank, this shit is for real (ha-ha)

Yeah, yeah, I pour up a four on a wock yeah

That shit be hittin' the spot yeah, that nigga he tryna bluff yeah

Play with me, you play with my gun yeah

I'ma just shoot yeah for fun yeah

I swear these niggas they hoes yeah

(Chorus)

How the fuck you got led by a bih? Nigga you are lame, yeah

How the fuck you got led by a bih? Nigga you are lame, yeah

How the fuck you got led by a bitch? Nigga you are lame, yeah

How the fuck you got led by a bih? Nigga you are lame, yeah

How the fuck? Yeah

I put that shit on God (ye), I put that shit on trust (yeah)

I'm with my tote with my gun (yeah), that nigga he scared he gotta run (yeah)

And I put my hand on my zone (yeah)

She feelin' the swag 'cause I'm on (yeah)

But that ain't nothing just love (yeah)