Met yo bitch down town

Like bitch your man's not around

Moving weight moving pounds

So much water bitch u finna go drown

So much water bitch we be in bermuda

Shout out my shooters they might just go do ya

Hop in the 4 and I pull out my ruger

Pussy boy leave your ass in the sewer

Pussy boy leave your ass on a shirt

The last dude that ran up got put on the dirt

Your bitch she me and she lift up her skirt

No more talking bitch got no time to flirt

Got Gs on my belt and got Gs in my gang

Bitch u ain’t gang get the fuck out my lane

Bitch u ain't gang get the fuck out my spot

I’m in the trenches get hit with the Glock

I’m in the trenches get hit with the Mac

200k in the mofucking bag

I got bitches riding Up in the back

I got Oppas I got cops on my ass

I got people tryna ask me for cash

Bitch u ain’t my friend u get mofucking trashed

All of these rappers a motherfucking stain

I flunk all my classes but I still good brain

Run up I ain't missing I shoot from the paint

Long as I got my paper ain’t worried bout a thing

Dummy boy pull up

Then your bitch Getting wet

All my shooters stay stapped

And u know I keep a tec

(2x)

And u know I keep a tec

Leave a how now she my ex

And I fucked her once I was unimpressed

But she still giving that neck

All my bitches getting bread

All my bitches giving head

Yeah I cut a bitch off

Moving on to the next

Yeah u know that

Transporting go and call me Kodak

Hit her once and I ain’t ever go back

Smoke a pound to the face ima ghost that

I just hit a lick on a crack addict

Yeah I’m getting paper that’s a good habit

Balling like luka go call me a maverick

All my bands stretching like they be elastic