Hop out that bitch like I own the spot
Diamonds on wrist, they get cold a lot
I got the fire like an autobot
That's yo' bitch? She like to talk a lot
Yo lil' boyfriend cannot do it like me
Bitch, I'm different
That lil' boy do not wanna fight me
He fly like a pigeon
Shit, I got stacks on em' stacks
Your money like miget
Tryna talk to the bitch, won't listen
Shit, she won't even get it
Walked into Celine
Then I copped it
Hop up out the ritz
With a Glock in pocket
Damn, why that money on me
All these bitches flockin'
Damn,
Call that kodak black, bitch I know to cop it
40 on my wrist
Look like mountain
Why you talkin' shit you know nothin' bout it You ain't got no guapo bitch, your ass is lyin' Forties in my pocket
And them bitch is flyin'
Walk up in the spot
Take that lil' boy life
Hop up on a knot
Took him to the sky
Yeah, rolled in grabba leaf
Took a hit and he fried
Bitch, I let her smoke my keif
Give a fuck, bout' a dime
Hop out that bitch like I own the spot
Diamonds on wrist, they get cold a lot
I got the fire like an autobot
That's yo' bitch? She like to talk a lot
Yo lil' boyfriend cannot do it like me
Bitch, I'm different
That lil' boy do not wanna fight me
He fly like a pigeon
Shit, I got stacks on em' stacks
Your money like miget
Tryna talk to the bitch, won't listen
Shit, she won't even get it