[Verse]

Got a bad bitch with me on the beach

Sandy cheeks, no Bikini Bottom

I’m with Chef G ballin hard

But I ain’t sleepy hollow

Bitch rubbing on me hard

Like a genie vase

Hit her wit a stiff arm

She tried to cut my penis off

Bought a new bimmer

It got totaled by an Equinox

Percy in my water, plus the lean

I had to sleep it off

(Yeah what?)

I had to sleep off it

Fashion killa, pull up in a helmet

Like the Green Goblin

I ain’t heard a fact in two hours

Why you still talking?

Bitch I will pop, and like

My pop, boy you will drop

She put molly in her drank

That’s a pill pop

You a lil boy, where the fuck

My real opps?

Snatching off ya scalp

When we spin like ceiling fans

She don’t speak my language

Like I talk in cryptograms

Ima try and bait thesе hoes

And reel em in like a fishеrman

You be turnin fives into tens

I’ve been really striving, beat her ass

If she don’t post her Onlyfans

We got P’s on top of P’s

We heard you only own a gram

They ain’t have no Activis

Tris in my soda can

Ran a train on yo bitch

Maplemade the motorman

Say that, goddamn

I just fucked a few models

They hit fashion week

They don’t ever use Aldo

I ain’t have a blunt, so i smoked em

In my Vuse Alto

I could kill they leader, take his head

And make his crew watch it

I just fucked an emo bitch

Say say I’m too awesome

Heard you ate that bitch out

She got blue waffle

You can hear the wisdom when I talk

I’m like Aristotle

Way too much 808s

Damn, my ears throbbing

Skinny bitch, wide legs

Built like a beer bottle

Gotta look both ways in my hood

No deer crossing

Came on yo bitch face

Let it smear on it

Gear goin, riding wit the gang

Like a peloton

Smoking hella Za, got me sleepy

Like a melatonin

I just seen an opp, my bad

That’s a dead opponent

I been on that bullshit

Something like I fell up on it

I got snow for the snow bunnies

Maple Hugh Hefner

She just wanna be a groupie thot

I tell her do better

I don’t really need to think

Gimme two seconds

Mob shit, let the Glock spit

This my new weapon

You a opp, lock yo back door

Bitch we move stealthy

They say this that crack flow

This that new fetty

‘08 I started rapping

Way before I knew Eddie

Put you in a sitchy

Over blue Benji’s

I’m with Stich, I brought a gun

And he brought escorts

I used to do the percs, I started

Bussin off the X more

Went to LA for a day

And I was fucking on my ex shordy

Then Lex yesterday

I’ll be back the next morning

Had to beat her down, then skip town

I got arrest warrants

Where yo moms at? I’m tryna have her

In my bed snoring

Where the wok at? Cus I love to keep

The red pouring

His his top hat, with a bat

And have his head soaring

(Whoo!)