[Intro]

Yeah

Huh

Ayy, huh, ayy, huh (Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)

[Verse]

Bitch said, "This ain't what I'm used to"

Tool on me, I'll hit a nigga in his loose screw

I'm connected every fucking where like some Bluetooth

Huh, yeah, yeah

Only use my hands to grab the pistol if it's confrontation

Brodie out his shit, he specialize in turning opps to patients

Cut into the waitress like, "My bitch like her lobster Cajun"

Tron high as hell, all he do is roll up za and face it

Blicky poking out the skinny jeans, you see the pistol print

Wouldn't waste a bullet on this chump, got him pistol whipped

Wakе up and throw my tech on and I ain't quit my shift

If she point at it, I grab it off the shеlf 'cause my bitch the shit

Like, huh, I know you sick that you missed yo Lyft

Dirty-ass McQueens on, that walk around with no whip

I know you taste my dick a lil' bit when you kiss yo bitch

Surfing on the web with a punch knowing this gon' hit

Huh, I'm a swiper and a scammer

I think I'm from Ragnarok, how I'm riding with the hammer

If you catch me in the store, just know I'm sliding with them jammers

She something like Teanna Trump, how she slobbing it on camera

Ayy, you could probably jump in the ocean, you couldn't drip like me

Huh, even if you untie yo shoes, couldn't trip like me

Huh, you could have the fucking bubble guts, couldn't shit like me

Huh, yo bitch gon' choose 'cause she know you ain't shit like me

I check-out and do my giffy dance

Wouldn't even square up with a opp if I had fifty hands

Riding 'round with them racks out, think I'm the Titty Man

BabyTron really up some shit, you know Jimmy scam

Yeah, you know Jimmy scam, nigga

Bitch, ayy, huh, yeah

Yeah, I could up a fifty on a 'cause I really can

Riding 'round with that fucker out, quick to burn a nigga

Unc' running 'round with that, quick to serve a nigga

Bitch bougie like, nah, for real, quick to curve a nigga

Gang need new tires for the Chally, he keep swerving niggas

Yeah, goddamn, Reuel, you tripped on this one, I ain't gon' lie

Ayy, huh, bitch reaching for the MAG, might fuck around and blow her ass

Ayy, huh, really just fucked off the name, didn't even know her ass

Really at the strip for lamb chops but I'll throw some cash

Huh, they like, "Stan, you the GOAT", huh

You'll hesitate to spend a band, boy, you broke, huh

Boy, you really safer than a bitch like you don't stink

Bitch came with a lil' friend, I like 'em both, huh

Huh, but Dee the freaky one

If you talking 'bout a MAG, just know I keep me one

If you talking 'bout a bag, just know I be in one

But you ain't really talking 'bout shit, boy, you ain't seen a crumb

Tripping up at Neiman Marcus, pulling out the racks and shit

My bitch want Dior and Alexander, she don't ask for dick

What the fuck? There go the boys, bro, stash the blick