[Intro]

(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)

(Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it)

[Chorus]

Ayy, hands down, bitch, I'm the hottest in the city

Throwin' fits about that bitch, then come get with me (Yeah, yeah)

Can't go out like no Ricky

You lose 'em how you get 'em, ain't no biggie

Bag a ten, fuck the bitch then feed her Wendy's, yeah, ayy (Yeah, uh)

You could call me Mr, Leave-Her-Where-She-At

Bitch, I'm a dog, but I ain't with the chasin' cats

Got niggas runnin' laps

If you ain't got no bag, then bitch, relax (Okay, okay, okay, okay)

We been spankin' ass for real, bitch you could ask, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Bitch breaker, block bender, I'm the don, bitch (Yeah)

Slapped the ho, she had the nerve to try and play some opp shit (Yeah)

Saucy nigga, bitch, I'm flyer than a cockpit (Okay)

Bitch be on a blade and still a bum, go get a job, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Disrespectful, some would say I need my ass whooped

Fuckin', but y'all both ain't got no chicken, that's a bad look

Ayy, all that flashin' in that camera, get your slam took

You can't call me broke, I got more paper than a math book

Hard-headed, popped P80, then it jammed up (Yeah)

Stank bitch, ain't got no chicken for me, baby, back up (Uh)

Lost three niggas back to back, they havin' bad luck

Poppin' it, bitch, if you feel a way, go pick your mans up

Nigga (What?)

I said, poppin' it, bitch, if you feel a way, go pick your mans up

Yeah, yeah (Stupid-ass nigga)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Ayy, hands down, bitch, I'm the hottest in the city

Throwin' fits about that bitch, then come get with me

Can't go out like no Ricky

You lose 'em how you get 'em, ain't no biggie

Bag a ten, fuck the bitch then feed her Wendy's, yeah, ayy

You could call me Mr, Leave-Her-Where-She-At

Bitch, I'm a dog, but I ain't with the chasin' cats

Got niggas runnin' laps

If you ain't got no bag, then bitch, relax

We been spankin' ass for real, bitch you could ask, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

Ayy, all this shit been new to me, bitch, I was broke, broke (Yeah, please)

You don't think I keep it on my lap, then you on dope, dope (What? What? What?)

Cocky nigga, got the trenches in a chokehold (On my mama)

Tried to get away, we ran him down, he was a slowpoke (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hot shit'll leave a goofy nigga froze up

Boxed him in and sliced his ass in half, now he a cold cut (Uh, okay)

Janky Bimmer, bitch, I'm sliding hittin' donuts (Yeah)

Johnnies get behind me, thank the Lord ain't had a pole tucked

Nigga

I said, Johnnies get behind me, thank the Lord ain't had a pole tucked

Nigga, dead homies

Nigga, yeah, yeah