[Intro: Pradabagshawty]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Don't see no money, gang, nigga, no, fuck that)

Yeah, yeah

Uh (Ceg3all trippin' on this one), what?

[Chorus: Pradabagshawty]

I got some money, but I ain't no hero (Yeah)

Look at my bank, this bitch do zeros (Yeah, yeah)

Two fullies on me, I hop out, Akimbo (What?)

Nigga not bussin' his Glock, he pretend, though

Behind that one, that two, that zero (What?)

Behind my gang shoot fully extendos (Brr, brr)

Behind yo' bitch, I'm droppin' that dick off (Bee)

Young nigga follow my lead like Adolf (Yeah)

Big boy Glock on my hip, bih' blowin' (Yeah)

I'm peepin' the cap, I'm peepin' what's goin' (Ayy)

I put the "brr" on the back of the .40 (Ayy)

Fully Glock, this bih' destroyin' (Brr)

I'm poppin' hard, I jump out the foreign

Flex on my opps, I'm gettin' annoyin' (Blatt)

Break this shit down, the trap keep goin' (Yeah)

She bend her shit over, the dick start growin'

[Verse 1: Bakkdoeshawty]

Bend her shit over, I'm gettin' aroused

Two Glocks on me, I'm double blicked down

She terrorize the opps like Art the Clown (Yeah)

Mini-Micro Drac' hold forty round (Brr, brr)

Mini-Micro Drac' gon' sit you down (Ayy)

Whole gang got rats, I'm puttin' you down

Whole gang got "brr," I'll put you up (Blatt)

Nigga dickridin' the gang, need to zip it up

[Verse 2: Pradabagshawty]

Slap the racks on the head, told the bih', "Shut up"

Super H5 blunt, OD, stacked up

Bitch, I get deep high, too geeked up

Need the real one exotic, ain't smokin' on Runtz

Put the Perc' and the Addy' in the motherfuckin' blunt

Pop the 5', but he missed, I was movin' like Trump

We gon' hit that boy up, leave a stank like skunk

Put the bag on the head, put a nigga in the trunk

[Verse 3: Bakkdoeshawty]

I'ma come through slam like CM Punk

Hit the Drac' through the window, watch everybody duck

Two Glocks, one night 'fore I shake shit up

Kick a nigga door down, I'll shoot the kids up

Can't stand these niggas, told the pussy, "Get up"

I-I got designer, drug, money

Post on the block, servin' on junkie

Post on the mountain with big boy 40

[Chorus: Pradabagshawty]

I got some money, but I ain't no hero

Look at my bank, this bitch do zeros

Two fullies on me, I hop out, Akimbo

Nigga not bussin' his Glock, he pretend, though

Behind that one, that two, that zero

Behind my gang, shoot fully extendos

Behind yo' bitch, I'm droppin' that dick off

Young nigga follow my lead like Adolf

Big boy Glock on my hip, bih' blowin'

I'm peepin' the cap, I'm peepin' what's goin'

I put the "brr" on the back of the .40

Fully Glock, this bih' destroyin'

I'm poppin' hard, I jump out the foreign

Flex on my opps, I'm gettin' annoyin'

Break this shit down, the trap keep goin'

She bend her shit over, the dick start growin'

[Outro: Pradabagshawty]

(Bratt, bratt, what? What?)

Behind that one, that two, that zero (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Behind that one, that two, that zero (Brr)

Behind that one, that two, that zero

Behind my gang, shoot fully extendos (Bratt, bratt)