R-r-r-real Apa shit fuck the opposite! (Apa!)
She don't fuck with me no more, but I'm still gon use the tag
I ain't fuckin' on no hoe, if that hoe ain't bout a bag
Got too many clothes, hoes tryna hunt me down
You ain't stamped out in the third, I guess you puntin now
Ain't like me pre-Apa, I guess that she fuckin' now
Too much cash on me, I had to sit and thumb it down
My cash rude as fuck popped in my checking unannounced
Bitch ain't text me back on time, that hoe a number now
Your mouths must be some sprinters, way they always runnin' around
Woah (What the fuck?)
I think they runnin' now, fucked my cash the whole night I think that it's coming now
Yeah it's coming now
Yeah it's coming now
Yeah it's coming now
Fucked my cash the whole night I think that it's coming now (Yo, it's DJ Divinity!)

He wanna go hoe for hoe, I told bro have some shame
You tryna act like a rapper, bitch, stay in your lane
That hoe you said you hit, she only good for brain
You flexed that hoe, woulda took her to the grave (Keep that hoe)
The typa hoe that you can't even look in the face
Got that shit on, bitch I know that's why they hate
Leather pants imported, bitch you can't afford it
I ain't save your number bitch, cause you ain't important
Everything on my body foreign, the Issey Miyake foreign
Your bitch she wanna be foreign, the shit you on be boring, wanna fuck while I'm recording
I'll put a baby in that bitch and dip out on the morning
10 band get that bitch aborted (Kill that bitch right now)

Bitch ain't text me back on time, that hoe a number now
Your mouths must be some sprinters, way they always runnin' around
Woah
I think they runnin' now, fucked my cash the whole night I think that it's coming now
Yeah it's coming now
Yeah it's coming now
Yeah it's coming now
Fucked my cash the whole night I think that it's coming now

Check your hoe before you check up on my page (Check ya hoe)
You can ask that ugly bitch how good I taste (Check ya hoe)
Don't get it twisted bitch, we know bout where you stay
Painted nails but I'll still slap you cross the face, stupid bitch

Yeah it's coming now
Yeah it's coming now
Yeah it's coming now
Fucked my cash the whole night I think that it's coming now
R-r-r-real Apa shit fuck the opposite! (Apa!)
(Fucked my cash the whole night I think that it's coming now)
Word is bond, word is my mother! This the tape of the summer!
If I'm lying, I'm dying!