[Verse]

Cook dope on a broke down stove

I don't leave the house without my pole

I like FaceTime, don't be calling my phone

When I pop them perks, I don't wanna be bothered

I hang with killers and dealers and robbers

Shiesty ass nigga, I'm good regardless

Bitch you know you don't love me, don't tell me no lies

I'mma hopscotch right outta A5

I hit from the back, but you like from the side

Get on the Roxy's, get out of my mind

Baby I'm geeking, too high to drive

Baby girl get ready, finna be outsidе

Baby let me know if you tryna slide

5.56 with mе in the ride

Girl I can't love you, that shit take time

Jump up with the stick then I open up fire

Shoot a nigga block like Columbine

Baby dad got money, but it ain't like mine

At Maison Margiela, just tell me your size

I know you want me, it's all in your eyes

Slitherman [?] caught you by surprise

Just tell me how you feel, I can't read your mind

How the fuck you in your feelings and you ain't even mine

You just a lil hoe that I hit on the side

These bitches be choosing time and time, dick to dick and side to side

I expect a real hoe, don't tell me no lies

Keep it a hundred, let me know what it is

You gon' let a nigga sell crack out of your crib

I'll give you food stamps, put food in your fridge

Pay for your weed, buy Uggs for your kids

Slithery nigga, it is what it is

I love my money, don't love no bitch

You don't love me, you love my dick

I don't trust no hoe, I trust my stick

Money rag on to complete my fit

Your baby daddy broker than a bitch

I pop a jigga 'fore I hit a lick

Had to get high, booted as a bitch

Get in that pot spinning my wrist

You ain't ever seen a young nigga cooking like this

31 gram like a CD disk

Married to the streets, I ain't ever gon' quit

Hit you in your lip with a 5.56

When I'm shooting dice, bitch I better 4, 5, 6

If not, bitch get a 5.56

Slap a hoe in the mouth when it come to my bitch

I'm shooting this shit, I ain't ever gon' switch

Chopper hit his mouth, now he talk with a lisp

Robins sagging, bitch I'm toting the glick

Your daddy a pussy, your brother's a bitch

Slap the fuck out of you and the niggas you get

You run up on me, lil nigga that's it

I'mma hit a bitch with a 5.56

You a dirty ass, ratchet ass neighborhood bitch

Fucking and sucking to buy you a [?]

All you gotta do is let me trap out your crib

You don't want weed, I'll buy you a wig

Steady yourself, don't be running your lip

I hate when a hoe be telling my business

On the first and the fifteenth, this bitch hittin'

Big crack bags, bitch we ain't gone skimp 'em

When this shit start jumping, bitch don't act fishy

Can you lay low baby, can't get no eviction

All you gotta do is shut the fuck up and listen

Bitch I'm the reason that bowl goes winning

When I get in the kitchen I feel like a chemist

Hand on the money, rag on my witness

I don't want a bougie hoe, I like hood bitches

Fuck on me good and make me some kitchen

Soon as my phone ring, baby I'm missing

You say that I'm acting funny, moving different

But I got another bitch, tryna get another house

So I don't give a fuck 'bout nun' you talk about

Got two licks going, can't go on a drought

Got one on the east and one of the south

All day long, junkies in and out

You call me, I'll come and dick you down

Tell me that you just wanna see my face

Bitch stop lying, you want a 40 and an eighth

Catch me late night leaving, baby girl I can't stay

Jump in my Audi and I do the race