Chorus

Gun on my tec, (gun on my tec)

Want no wreck, (yeah)

Fighting these hoes, (ay)

Ain't fighting no checks, (fighting no checks)

Gotta watch out for creepers

Gun him down with my heater

All of these girls sadity, (sadity)

Guess what still gon preach

Verse

All of these niggas gon preach, (all of them still gon preach)

Fuckin this bitch on me

All of the bitch on knees, (Tarro)

Lot of bitches on knees, (on knees)

Imma go get to the money, (go get)

Imma go get to the cream, (get to the cream)

Ain't no distractions, (distractions)

All my reactions, (reactions)

Oliver bite now, (bite now)

Diamonds they bite now, (bite now)

I was in the right town, (right now)

Tell the bitch pipe down, (pipe down)

Couldn't afford that cooler, (eh)

Now I shoot Carlos Boozer, (eh)

And I got big TVs, (eh)

And I got big VBs, (eh)

And I got big CCs

Chanel all on me

And I got big VVs

Diamond chain big VVs

Everyday big repeat

Everyday big repeat

V12 beep beep beep

Lambo beep beep beep, (yeah)

Imma go get that cake

Imma go get that base

Nutting all in her face

Nutting all in her face

Imma go get that rafe

Lambo race

Imma go cop that rafe

Hit and skate

Chorus

Gun on my tec, (gun on my tec)

Want no wreck, (yeah)

Fighting these hoes, (ay)

Ain't fighting no checks, (fighting no checks)

Gotta watch out for creepers

Gun him down with my heater

All of these girls sadity, (sadity)

Guess what still gon preach

Verse

Fucking another bitch

Fucking another bitch

I just want carrots

I just need carrots

Say she want dick on dick

Imma kill innocence

Killing no innocence

Tryna keep all control

All I wanna do is ball, (yeah)

I don't wanna see you fall, (yeah)

Tryna get pissed off, (yeah)

Diamonds on wrist off, (yeah)

Diamonds look pissed off

Imma need all cake

The world my ball place

It's my ball place, (it's my ball place)

Imma need all face

Bitch give me all face

This ain't my defense

Hype my defense

Baby don't be tense

Try to loosen up

Baby I can change your life

One time baby if you choose enough

Your bitch choose me

She want a roofie

Ballin party

On the rooftop

Who's that

I pull up who's that

Hoes in the wraith

Last year I was in a mussain

Chorus

Gun on my tec, (gun on my tec)

Want no wreck, (yeah)

Fighting these hoes, (ay)

Ain't fighting no checks, (fighting no checks)

Gotta watch out for creepers

Gun him down with my heater

All of these girls sadity, (sadity)

Guess what still gon preach

Verse

Guess what we gon preach

Guess what we gon eat

Yeah we still gon eat

Fuck y'all we gon eat

Fuck y'all we gon eat