[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Pussy nigga better not argue, yeah, yeah, yeah

Grrah (Cio), yeah, yeah, yeah

Pussy nigga better not argue, yeah

Hold on, hold on, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse]

I'll let 'em wait, but I grind to get it

Can't waste time with childish bitches

All gold plain jane

My lil' bro did the same thang, I put some diamonds in it

Still got bowls for the low

You can come score you a O for the wildest ticket

I'm not in the mix tryna kick it with niggas and bitches

Get money and mind my business

Workin' the wheel, I might wreck the Benz

Go to the mall with nothing less than ten

Know he hate on the low

But I hit his ho, now he say we best of friends

Don't give a damn who like me

Still wear Nike but I'm never checking in

In the club I brought my weapon in

I got this ho from my Mexican friend, yeah

You the one went on that lick, huh?

You tryna die with your clique, huh? Ayy

Watch out for niggas, they switch up, ayy

Can't never come down, I been up, ayy

When they knock me down, I get up

Got a whole hundred rounds, get lit up

Moncler bubble coat and it's zipped up

Ten times out of ten I'm sticked up

Let's get this shit off a stud

I'm really having the paper they want to

We get him hit for a verse

We need some holes in his shirt like Goku

They never play with us

They know one thing for sure, it's some shit you will go through

I took your ho from the club

Showed her a dub, she act like she don't know you, yeah

Go get the Benz out the lot right now

The dealer gon' throw me the keys

You niggas rookie, know deep down they pussy

Still tryna go on and scheme

Y'all can't kick, makes your shoulder lean

I do this shit with no effort

He tryna brawl we got the sticks in the mall

You better find you a wrestler

She tryna fuck, I bought the ho a lil' Prada

She say I make her feel special

In the hotel with a four-nick' on the dresser

We get him hit for the pressure, yeah

They say I got much better, yeah

They know we dodged on pedals, yeah

Big bag and all y'all jealous

I want thirty-five, I might add extra (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

And don't argue with me

Brought another bad bitch, is in the club with me

So don't argue with me

In this bitch, choppas out, know we strapped up

So don't argue with me

Play around with double G, get clapped up

So don't argue with me, ayy

Have lil' bro spark the .50 (He gone, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]

Yeah

Ayy, don't argue with me

Yeah, pussy nigga better not argue with me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't argue with me, have my brother spark the .50, yeah, yeah