New bitch, it's like I don't even know you
Say you're blind to the shit I got to go through
Shawty want to give me fucking top
Never below you
In the telly
She like, jayy, I want to blow you
First date, so I took her out to Nobu
Man, I got so many bitches because I'm so cool
And niggas trying to get me to pay them back
But, I don't owe you
To your flesh, hollow points
They're gonna go through
I don't like my bills green, so I went blue
20,000 bands disappear
It's just like magic
It's tragic
Directed with your bitch, cinematic
Seven feet down, under rocks like he's Patrick
Posted with your girl, legs spread
I got active
Me and her getting down, just imagine
One day with the gang make her a bad bitch
Getting dough every day, it's a habit
Smoking gas, not the kind that leaves you laughing
At the spot, double pistols
Get it cracking
Cali bitch, she belong with the fam
Touring the world in a black sprinter van
Niggas want features, they paying a grand
Walk on the stage and they know who I am
Texting a bitch right as soon as I land
It's incredible, niggas done called me the man
Choppa hot, leave that boy with a tan
Choppaholic, that's just who I am
I'm trying to get through to you, Ruly Santan
I miss my bitch, so I'm popping a xan
Got twin glocks
That's Cat, and that's Sam
Chrome on my wrist and there's Rick on my pants