[Intro: Koujas & Trapp]

Hey, yeah

She a lil' classy bitch (Perso-persona!)

She a lil' classy bitch

She a lil' classy bitch (Huh, c'mon)

She a lil' classy bitch (C'mon)

She a lil' classy bitch (Let's go)

[Chorus: Trapp]

I just walked in wit' my fire

And I'm off the drugs, I won't lie

And she sayin' she wan' be mine

Shorty bad, yeah you know she fine

Bad bitch, she know she fine

She got that classy shit, uh, she a lil' classy bitch

She got the racks and shit

Uh, she countin' the racks again

Yeah, she come to the crib

I told her to bring her friend, don't forget it

Uh, I know you tryna come to the crib

And suck on this muhfuckin' dick

I know that bitch, she bad as hell

So I'm tryna get in her ribs

I know that bitch, she mad as hell

So I'm tryna fuck on her friend

[Verse 1: 1CQuan]

Lord, forgive me for my sin

Free Fn out the pin, uh

I'm tryna go up like ten

I'm tryna go up like twenty, huh

He a opp, you don't see him wit' me

My bitch, she rock that Fendi

He don't like me, tell him come kill me

He don't like me, tell him come do me sum'

He wanna be with the crew or sum'

Huh, huh, he wanna be with the gang

Truth is, boy too lame for us

Truth is we don't play no games

Hell nah, we gon' keep it tucked

I'm wit' Trapp and Kouj

You know they never gave a fuck

Yeah, I'ma just change it up, uh

I'ma just switch the flow

If its smoke wit' me, nigga let me know

If its smoke wit' me, nigga let me know

If not then fuck out of here

Stop talkin', get popped in ya' lip

Got blues in my pocket like crip

I'm not a pimp, I don't walk wit' a limp

[Verse 2: Koujas]

Free D out the cell, my brothers won't tell

Made a play off of Zelle

I'm off the drank movin' slow like a snail

I'm keepin' it real wit' ya' love

[?] when I'm off drugs

He talk so bold but he want me to catch a slug

He said he gon' slime me then do what you do

I'm off schedule two, ya' knew

I'm wit' lil' Trapp and lil' Quan, they don't play around

You try to play wit' me they gon' hunt you down

We got F&N clip, a hunnid' rounds

She a lil' classy bitch, she got a lil' bag and shit

Prada frames, Balenci jacket

Me and my bitch bought matchin' Pateks

He try to play, this shit get drastic

Most of my slime still clutchin' on plastic

Heart eye emojis when the bands hit

Most of these boys be on fan shit

Bitch I'm too hot, need a fan quick

I can't be the shoulder that you lean on

[Chorus: Trapp]

I just walked in wit' my fire

And I'm off the drugs, I won't lie

And she sayin' she wan' be mine

Shorty bad, yeah you know she fine

Bad bitch, she know she fine

She got that classy shit, uh, she a lil' classy bitch

She got the racks and shit

Uh, she countin' the racks again

Yeah, she come to the crib

I told her to bring her friend, don't forget it

Uh, I know you tryna come to the crib

And suck on this muhfuckin' dick

I know that bitch, she bad as hell

So I'm tryna get in her ribs

I know that bitch, she mad as hell

So I'm tryna fuck on her friend