[Intro]

Don't play with him

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Dawg shit records

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

I take my shirt off in the club yeah bitch I’m bout it, bout it

That bitch geekin' on a double stack she can't control her body

Niggas rapping like they killers know damn well they ain’t got bodies

And if they did have a body why the fuck you rap about it?

I pull up in some clean yeah this a V-Twizzy I don't really trust shit other than neph and my glizzy

My money rag to the front I feel like Soulja Slim and them

That bitch keep on shaking ass she treat pap like I'm [?]

I up the Glock watch how fast his lil' ass get spiritual

I hit the gas my whole dash in this motha fucker digital

I got glass and big bags I'm gon' fuck the whole kitchen up

Hеr friends bad they got ass I'm finna pick them bitchеs up

I got meds full of red yeah I got a dirty cup I'm on hi-tech with a Tec I’ll fuck a nigga up

Yeah, bitch I’m bout it, bout it really serve you narcotics

Pull up serve ya ass a thirty one in a dope boy Audi

It ain't no 5.7, it’s a 312 when I'm sliding these .556's and ARP a go through a lil' nigga noggin’

That shit a, rust bucket put it up I hear your motor knockin'

Bitch gon' faint everytime that lil' hoe go in my closet I keep the Glock in my boxers

I'm on the block like my pop was slide through the hood neph ridin' with me shot gun

Niggas talk like shooters they ain't shot nun

I take, perc after perc bitch I'm geeking, geeking, gon'

If you ain't talking about no money bitch then leave me alone

Glizzy with the switch let it hit if you don't even your tone

You don't trap you a middle man lil' nigga them ain't even yo zones

All they heard was “Phew, phew, phew, phew,”yeah that lil' nigga gone

Opps, be tryna slide in my DM like “Can you put a nigga on”