[Intro]

Um, um, um, um

Ayy

[Verse]

How you rich, but you poor?

Got me sleepin' on your tracks, I ain't tryna fuckin' hear that shit

And you said got a fuckin' Glock in the store

Bad bitch jumpin' on my dick, swear, she ain't no whore (Uh)

Brought the gun in the store

Got a stolo on my hip, said I'll hit you and your whore (Yeah)

And I know why that bitch up on my dick and not yours (Uh)

(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)

I got swag comin' out my fuckin' pores

Yeah, I know why my bitch mine and she not yours (Yeah)

Swear to God, boy, I'll jugg you out that four

Said them boys run the city, said street shit core

Got a Glock, no lore (What, what?)

Yeah, she tryna pull my pants down, uh (What, what, what, what? Uh)

I can't love no whore

What my mama said? You take 'em with a bat, they not yours

Break a bitch down, put it in her core

I weren't fuckin' with her no more, so I made her yours

Yeah, it's thirty on the clip, yeah, this bitch ain't in a drawеr and y'all dancin' to my songs, love that shit, yeah (Uh)