[Intro]

Pistol poppin', load the clip

Roll the window, do a hit

Pistol poppin', load the clip

Roll the window do a hit

Pistol poppin', load the clip

Roll the window do a hit

Pistol poppin', load the clip

Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom

Wishy washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do

Junkie wit' a face, she love to do it in the bathroom

Bitch, you talk too much (Talk too much)

She ain't sayin' nun' (And tonight)

All these fake assumptions

[Chorus]

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga

Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga

Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga

If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga

Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her

[Verse 1]

I got two phones, one for the woah (Uh, hello?)

You can catch me with a woe, prolly fuckin' on the woe

Fill the blank, I know you know

Solo baby, I got things you never seen

And I can prolly show you, baby

Make-make-make you feel right, fuckin' with a lame

No wonder why it doesn’t feel nice

Record bass is boomin'

Now these bitches wanna feel Mike

I don’t need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly

Been that nigga before I had figures

I got two hoes, one juuged your bro (Hello?)

A hoe, she gon' do it for a note, or a gram to feel a bro

Gettin' high before a show

Junkie baby, doesn't care about the message

Just about the feelin', baby (Uh, gang)

[Chorus]

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga

Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga

Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga

If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga

Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her

[Verse 2]

I remember I would ship the work

But now I skip the work so I could sip the work (Ayy, ayy)

Would kick a door before I stick a four

I make the, pockets hurt

I held it down so now I'm comin' up, my money doubled up

He got a gun to try and cover up, your big dog is a— (Uh)

I'm a real nigga, I'on't got no time for that shit

I make hits, I don't got no time to go do a hit (Ayy, ayy)

Remember Benji at the corner sellin' junkies a fix

Remember niggas laughin' at me, said my music was shit (On gang)

But now I knocked over Domino's, Pappadeauxs, I eat on steak now

The grass got greener than the other side, bitch, it's too late now

I'm Hollywood, we was cool yesterday, get out my face now (On God)

I'm VIP anywhere I go (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]

But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga

Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga

Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout nigga

If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga

Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her