I touch on my rifle more than my woman it is what it is she know I'm a hoodlum

I touch on my rifle more than my woman he only round when the gettin is good and

He talking crazy like I won’t hittem with the glizzy

Told my bitch about his bitch I'm like okay she fucked her with me

Boi I'm dressed in all black like I'm Dick Owens

I know the left wrist lookin aight

I know the necklace got the ice

Boi what that Jpay what that Moneygram what that CashApp lookin like

I know your whip game look aight

I see your bitch frame lookin right

But do you keep that Western Union poppin pay them boiz to swing them knives ?

If Helluva made this beat baby I charge a hell of a fee for 3 ladies

That's three whole thangz that’s Charlies Angels

Don’t want no selfies with these bitches it look bad from all angles

Inf beams out my jeans shootin red and green

Fake lean sell a dream got no codeine

I hit 100 bitches all look like Robyn Fenty

OD 100 sniffers cuttin powder w that fenty

Cell phones and they jumpin bout that cellophane

I hear voices I ain't sayin that to beat my case

I'm sayin if you playin than I'm HKin

Pomeranian bitch from Poland stay for 2 days and

When I was young I sold my teacher crack cocaine and it didn’t faze him or me

This my never-ending story I ride your girl like Atreyu when she betray you

You know how whores be

I'm a dog piss on the floor fuck your shoes up

I split his head look like he got a shitty lace front

Vision clear how clear

Clear as crystal meth

Sister scratch a hole in her neck boi this the midwest

If helluva made this beat baby I charge a hell of a fee for 3 ladies

That's three whole thangz that’s Charlies Angels

Don’t want no selfies with these bitches it look bad from all angles

Flint town boi got stripes like a Bengal

Feds don’t take pictures they look at yall's Instas

Lion in the jungle I was lyin in the jungle you was lyin bout bein off in the jungle boi you Dumbo

Redhead they call me redline pull up on him at the red bet he don't make it to bedtime

Fed time I got it on my mind

I did something don't leave my head when I close my eyes

Oh homicide oh when we slide

I play the barrel of my nine like church organ pipes

He was an organism now he an organ donor

His slow ass still ain't learnin hoe this my Sunday sermon

I got the rifle long as the Eiffel that motherfucker like Bonjour

I like her shape and her contours she told me baby its all yours

I ain't swagger out we suited up booted up gloves laced up duct tape Chucks

He talking crazy like I won’t hittem w the glizzy

Told my bitch about his bitch I'm like okay she fucked her with me

Hoe Im dressed in all black like I'm Dick Owens

Dickie Owens like Ricky Owens ?

Like I'm little Richie on em

Like that 30 dick be on em

Like I'm little Dickie with the stick be on em

Hangin out the bottom of the whip he got on him

He got that Richard Milli onem

I Rodney King I put that billy onem

I know your whip game look aight

I see your bitch frame lookin right

But do you keep that Western Union poppin pay them boiz to swing them knives ?