[Intro]

It's 2020 bitch stay in ya bag

It's 2020 stay in ya bag nigga

Get in ya bag, fuck you waiting for?

Who you gone let stop you?

Nigga nobody!

[Verse 1]

This bitch made me nut off of one stroke

It's hard to be rich and then play broke

Baby give me bikini in a bottle

A fries and a sprite and a side of some deep Throat

Oh my, oh my, she flee

One of a kind her makeup beat

If you gotta choose between me and someone Else

Pick them, i’ll leave (byeeee)

Cause 2020, I ain’t with the bullshit

I ain’t with the funny money, I got shooters with

Me movin' cautious

And you had a chance with me, too bad you lost it

And i don’t need no friendships, no i won’t force it

[Chorus]

And I’m with them ooda oohs

Booda boom, booda bow

And I don’t wanna pull out, but at the same time I don’t want a child

Cause you know how these bitches be, they ain’t playing fair and they playing real foul

And I don’t got no tolerance, dripping cold shit

Bitch you better pipe down (better pipe down)

[Verse 2]

Before I run in ya shit

I cop a fit and then go take me a flick

And I’m in my zone and you ain’t stopping this

It’s never no action, it’s straight politics

And I was just up in the 4 with a stick

They be throwing subs but ain’t tag me in shit

Watch how I pull up with a pole tuck, you son of a bitch!

And i’m really on top, and you know

And i really be sliding, I ain’t giving the media no show

This bad little bitch threw the line in

This dumb nigga, he done fell for a little hoe

They can’t believe it, I’m achieving

Oh, oh, oh my god

[Chorus]

And I’m with them ooda oohs

Booda boom, booda bow

And I don’t wanna pull out, but at the same time I don’t want a child

Cause you know how these bitches be, they ain’t playing fair and they playing real foul

And I don’t got no tolerance, dripping cold shit

Bitch you better pipe down (better pipe down)

[Verse 3]

And i’m catching mad attention

I’m so hot that my name always trending (mad hot)

I can get in my bag, i be chilling

Barely speak what i’m thinking, they be stealing

Pretty bitch, call her bad to the bone

Publix do em right, while she wrong

She need her a real nigga who gone run down, don’t need bro to him on

And that’s a fact, I got them got them hitta hittas on ya back

I’m with the gang, rolling in the pack, and I put my feelings all up into sacks

And I put my feelings all into traps

And i’m with the squad nigga, what you on?

My brothers gone ride nigga right or wrong, my fashion aggressive while a nigga calm