[Intro]

Uh

Bitch, you gon'—

I'm cutthroat

Cutthroat for real

(HeartBeatz on the track)

[Chorus]

When I'm out in public, youngin, he be thuggin'

This a whole lotta money on me, ain't it?

Play with him, we slump him

We gon' take him under

Runnin' through the jungle, why would I be scared?

Count it up, run it up, yeah

All this money, I be talkin' to the dead

Bitches wanna fuck, kick 'em out the bed

I just want the head, then go get the bread

[Chorus]

Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat

I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah

I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah

Told hеr "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yеah

Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah

Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat

I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah

I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah

Told her "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah

Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]

Niggas be hatin' when I be flexin' in this bitch, yeah-yeah

Ain't doing no fighting, I'ma use this weapon in this bitch, yeah-yeah

Say my name, then it's up, yeah, it's stuck, yeah-yeah

On my gang, you get slumped, put 'em up, yeah-yeah

Drop top seen no looters

Dumb-dumb ridin' with the Uzi

I don't wanna speak, let 'em talk to my shooter

Mini MAC-10 on the end got a cooler

I might give yo' ho a day job, yeah, I'ma use her

Catch a flight before I take off, she gon' give me that booty, yeah

Make it jump like a rabbit

Give me that money, it's a habit, yeah-yeah

Beat it up, then stab it

Baby, I ain't tryna get married, yeah-yeah

I be countin' up cabbage

Racks on me automatic, yeah-yeah

If a nigga want static, young nigga turn up my savage, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]

Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat

I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah

I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah

Told her "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah

Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah

Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat

I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah

I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah

Told her "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah

Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah

[Verse 2]

Run to the money

Go get the cash, yeah-yeah

Trip-triple my bag, yeah-yeah

I'm-I'm on they ass, yeah-yeah

They know I be thuggin' when I'm in the club, yeah-yeah

Big booty bitch, yeah-yeah

She super thick, yeah-yeah

How can I lie? When I be turnt, I do my dance, yeah-yeah

But I keep that fye tucked in my pants, I get them bands, yeah-yeah

Racks on me, get low

Yeah, I wanna fuck on you

Better be clean when the boy come through

V.I.P. strapped, turnt up, get loose, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]

Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat

I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah

I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah

Told her "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah

Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah

[Outro]

Graveyard, yeah-yeah

Gra-gra-graveyard, yeah-yeah

Gra-gra-graveyard, yeah-yeah