[Intro]

Yeah, told her, "Get out of my room"

And bitch, I don't know you and we is not cool

Say that you better, but that is not true

On top of my homies, yeah, that is the mood

[Verse 1]

Went over your head, I know you ain't catch that

We hit your bitch, we tell the bro, "Pass that"

Stupid ass boy, he be chillin' on Rapchat

He thinkin' he good, is it just 'cause he rap fast?

B-Bitch, I be countin', I'm gettin' these racks fast

She did me wrong and now I am past that

My money is long, I still gotta add that

Snakes in the grass, they be givin' me flashbacks, yeah, yeah

Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)

Shorty, she know I'm the truth, wait, ayy, run in your block with a tool

[Chorus]

Yeah, told her, "Gеt out of my room"

And bitch, I don't know you and we is not cool

Say that you better, but that is not truе

On top of my homies, yeah, that is the mood

I shoot at your block with a tac', it go boom

Bitch, I got like hella hoes chillin' in pool

And yeah, he be talkin', but I keep my cool

I'm grabbin' a .30, I aim it at you, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

I got like hella choppas, yeah

Send you to fuckin' doctor, ayy

Bitch, I be eatin' lobster, ayy

Bitch, I am a cookie monster

Bitch, what is the word, bitch, what is the verdict?

Shine in that beamer, that shit is not swervin'

He say he don't like me, he different in person

Bitch, I do not love you, you can't get no Birkin

You savin' these hoes, it's like you is nursin'

I creep in your block, lil' bitch, and I'm lurkin'

I kill 'em in mortem, we heard a bird chirpin'

Your bands goin' down, yeah, he need this urgent

[Chorus]

Yeah, told her, "Get out of my room"

And bitch, I don't know you and we is not cool

Say that you better, but that is not true

On top of my homies, yeah, that is the mood

I shoot at your block with a tac', it go boom

Bitch, I got like hella hoes chillin' in pool

And yeah, he be talkin', but I keep my cool

I'm grabbin' a .30, I aim it at you, yeah

[Outro]

Told her, "Get out of my room"

And bitch, I don't know you and we is not cool

Say that you better, but that is not true

On top of my homies, yeah, that is the mood

I shoot at your block with a tac', it go boom

Bitch, I got like hella hoes chillin' in pool

And yeah, he be talkin', but I keep my cool

I'm grabbin' a .30, I aim it at you, yeah

Went over your head, I know you ain't catch that

We hit your bitch, we tell the bro, "Pass that"

Stupid ass boy, he be chillin' on Rapchat

He thinkin' he good, is it just 'cause he rap fast?

B-Bitch, I be countin', I'm gettin' these racks fast

She did me wrong and now I am past that

My money is long, I still gotta add that

Snakes in the grass, they be givin' me flashbacks, yeah