[Intro]

Who did this shit?

Gang, gang

[Verse]

Pick up my zips and my flips, then I scooped her

Nigga your bitch is a flip phone, a puta

Don't got no whip then I shoot out the Uber

Look at my kicks, he get kicked in his pooper

I sell all this shit, but I'm not a drug user

Used to pop pillies then pop out on losers

Now I tote Billies and hop out with shooters

I'm Bob the build-y your bitch, I just screwed her

I get my first milli', my momma I move her

How can I get all this guap any sooner?

I go everywhere it's no gossip or rumors

Crackin' shit up, I am not with the humor

The bullets leave knots in his top like a tumor

Fuck that, the hollows gon' shatter his helmet

I'm in the field, but I ball like a hooper

Why you niggas takin' pictures with guns that ain't yours?

Niggas jumpin' off the porch and ain't done with their chores

Talkin' sticks and the mops, I'ma son of that boy

And yo' daddy was a bitch, you a son of that boy

Now it's fatter than a bitch, ain't no runnin' that boy

And every time his homies die, I'm makin' fun of that boy

I don't really give a shit, I was a stubborn ass boy

Niggas couldn't tell me shit, I had a gun in class boy

And you can ask boy, I had the hots in my hoodie

Fuck I look like taking orders from pussies

I swear only shit that I serve is them cookies

Leave you on curb then I leave 'fore they book me

Dare any nigga test nerves or to push me

And I'm finna pull out the bird call it Snookie

Nigga I'm ballin' like Bird vrs a rookie

I whip out the heat stick, that shit it get shooky

Yo' ho a freak off the liquor she frisk me

I'm smacking that bitch if she leanin' to kiss me

Fuck was you thinking? You dreaming like Disney

Ice cream on my wrist, you would think you at Thrifty's, yeah