Who told y'all to come in

I'm fucking this bitch like bitch can you stop running

If you don't run to the cash bitch ima dip

With me it's a gift when you walk on my hip

Get back to the telly (Hotel) no talking just strip

When it's time for the jack grab the mac and the whip

I feed her the D like its mac or some whip

You out of line my bitch pack extra clips nigga

Do or die in the big game

G of loud meet the bic flame

Main dish be the coke marijuana be the fixing

Lil' niggas on the corner since 5th grade

Gotta diploma grade A class wrist game

B-I G nigga no bedstuy

Slow head in the whip on the west side

West side you know is the best side, feel me

Feel me

Shout out Fresh Gang, All my niggas

But I'm in this bitch by myself though

I came in this bitch my motherfucking self

I hope she ain't pregnant roll up and forget it

The bitches they hate when I call them a B

It's nothing to me but they always do catch it

I sit back relax and watch all of my B's

Cuz shit can get hectic only if you let it

Maxing my cream

Fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti