[Pre-Chorus]

Yuh yuh

You said ask your friends but these niggas foul

Wasn’t up to chance it was up to you

Ay, niggas is some hoes, you can’t fit in my shoes

I could get you gone and disappear it poof

[?] fucking choose

Hoe you posting big, who the fuck is you

[Verse 1]

Bullets pick him up, get that nigga schooled

Jump up out out that cut, wit’ that nigga True

Fuck up out my whip, you not finna’ shoot (ratata)

Put him on a poster, ion fuckin’ hoop

These niggas is jus’ some posers, ion fuck wit’ you

Took her to the outlet, she want Jimmy Choo

(huh, huh)

[Verse 2]

Nigga what it do

I came in with the [?], i came in with my crew

I can’t come down i see yo’ ahh, think bout’ killing you

Nigga you should dip, we not feelin’ you

We don’t fuck with cops, nigga fuck 1 2

Pull up in that drop, in that twisted coupe

You the pussy crew, but the [?] truth

Oh that was your bitch she ain’t said shit bout’ you

[Outro]

Rip my bro, nigga missing you

Marching down on feet, and i’m missing you

Bitch you insane ain’t no fixing you

I hit his brain ain’t no fixing dude

I had my way bitch im fucking [?]