Hood but classy rollin with my nails on

Blowing, boomin In traffic hit me on my cell phone
Gas, reek through the plastic smell it when the smell gone
Big back wood roller, skimps get the hell on
We ont buy dubs bitch sevens and up
Tequila with the seven and up
I been that Bitch since seven and up so you other hoes should've been stepping it up

Foots on necks and backs smack faces
Bitches keep my name in they mouth like braces
Hoe Im registered so my printsss on my shell Cases
I was dusting these bitches fore I knew that we was racing
He said it's perfect when he lick it, at a angle way he stick it
( Deep breath ) scuba up you going swimming
Pussy on his mustache hands to the ceiling
Like I'm begging for forgiveness

50 on pump 7 serve premium gas
Pink glock 23 in my makeup bag
Break up gas
Came up fast
Rake up cash
If ya mans a bum then break up fast

You a bird bitch on some bitter shit
I'm a boss bitch, on some bigger shit
You live in the hood still, bitch I'm nigga rich
I live where the white folks but still be on that nigga shit

I never been a bitch when I am I'm a bad one
Hoes ain't never got a bag till that tax come
Let yo nigga try to flip it now y'all back bums
Weak pigeons ass bitches getting bread crumbs
I talk that shit cause I walk that shit
If a bitch don't like me, probably fought that bitch
I'm bud with the glove left cross that bitch
Sharp shooter like Taurasi I'll off that bitch