[Intro]

It’s the dawg

Uh

Uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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[Verse]

Yeah bad bitch FaceTime me with no panties on

I came in here with my pistol I don’t stand alone

I’m at that pot turn one and two bitch the damage done

He been shopping back to back I ain’t blame him once

Nigga think he gon’ get something out me nigga that shit runs

Bitch thought I was going to pay her for her pussy I’m like “That bitch drunk”

Bitch better not ask me for a dollar bitch I’ll pay you I want

Pull up back to back in big black shit I look like Donald Trump

Big ass spil bust my lungs the last time you busted your gun

I run through 50 every month I don’t know what they told you but I’m the one

In a dirty ass kitchen junkiеs running around I got Pradas on

I get hungry been a block knock on the door see if grandma home

Thеse niggas never sold dope miss me with that shit

Button on the chop bend ya block you can’t miss with that shit

Rob your dumb ass 2.5 I’m lil’ Cris with that shit

Pull a raw draws break your jaw I’m quick with that shit

Go zero to 100 in a second I’m a skits with that shit

You brought your gun and post on IG you ain’t got no skits with that shit

I just paid hunnit for a 7 got full splits with that shit

Just cuz’ she got a bag don’t mean she got cash she suck dick for that shit

A lot of niggas really go outside and want trick for that shit

I gave her two hundred dollars that’s not a payment that’s a tip for that shit

When bro a loose screw he off the tool he tryna shit bag shit

Scoop her 560 she like “I like the way you whip this shit”

Sport plus mode bitch ain’t even know the car can get that quick

She tryna give me dome while I’m on the wheel she gotta chill with that shit

Bend the block shooter in the driver bitch I’m ill with that shit

I ain’t no drill rapper but the city know I do drills in this shit

Let my gun go at any moment I’m trying to pill some shit

Way before rap I had a check I was in the field for this shit

Don’t play me for no little nigga you a fuck around and get killed for that shit

I’mma make the rules and break the rules fuck how you feel about this shit

Ummi trying hardest to give me chill think ima’ get killed in this shit

It’s 762s this Drake and he get filled with this shit

Three thousand dollars flat bitch this a real Amiri’s fit

I probably only wear this bitch once won’t even take no pic

Every-time I turn around it’s new niggas jumping on my dick

I jumped in her DM and then I jumped in your bitch

You signed to them niggas ain’t get no chain boy you broke as a bitch

Screaming this nigga name back to back like you holding his dick

They like pap “You really got to chill”

You get on some shit niggas act like I wasn’t In that field boy you on some shit

Your man make shirts I remember when he sold nicks

All that brick talk inside your songs niggas never sold shit