Did it myself, I made a way
That lil hoe tryna save the day
Russian talks, I brought a kay
Sent that pussy to outer space
Keep it real, don't tell a soul
Got this hoe from down the road
She blows bags without the dough
I stay dripped in Louis coats
I ain't seen where the fuck this hoe done been
I just keep it down for my bros, that's him
Poppin' at your top and I'm knockin' off your brim
Aimin' for your body and I'm knockin' off those limbs
Ouuu ouuu oh
Thought this shit was over, well, bitch, not yet
I'ma bust this top like Cardiac arrest
Tryna find your crew, we gon' leave em' inna mess
Don't come at us, bitch, you'll plead the fifth
Walkin' with the syrup, oh it's bubbly, no fizz
Bullets in his guts, bout to rearrange his ribs
Taught him stick him up or I'll shoot him in the shit
Everybody gone say we sound like this or sound like that
Pussy we got our own style, we got our own swag
Y'all really don't know nun y'all don't know shit
Y'all ain't on nun and y'all ain't on shit
Did it myself, I made a way
That lil hoe tryna save the day
Russian talks, I brought a kay
Sent that pussy to outer space
Dumpin hollows in his face