Bitch its Yonda and you niggas know wassup with me
I'm still the same nigga and yall knowing yall can't fuck with me
I'll slide through you section and still go to sleep comfortably
Aint Never been no bitch or no hoe the Glock my company
This bitch stuffed with 50 I can't put it on my hip
I just took a trip to Dallas and i upped dawg shit
Hit South Cab then we slid through the Cliffe
I den lost a couple bands and came back with all strips
Don't ask me bout no niggas you oant never see me with
Cause I cant trust a fucking soul won't leave the house with out my Blick
Bust a pint of red in my sprite dont do no baby bottles
I just want the head out the bitch no mo relation problems
Yea I said I'm back on ten
It's obvious as fuck they oant wanna see me win
Punch a nigga in his shit and make em land on his chin
I just chased XO with a bottle a Hen
So bitch I'm turnt
Put a lil nigga on a shirt
He get merked
Then get that nigga bitch off a perk
She wanna twerk
I tell that lil hoe to go to work
On the dick
They knowing imma fool with this shit
R.I.P my nigga South he came to school with the stick
I dont really like the way you niggas moving and shit
Hit the gas in scat feel like I'm losing this bitch
Spun out at the light like where the rules to this bitch
I'm just out here catching plays Tryna get to the chicken
So much Dior drip you might just mistake me for Christian
Cuban on my neck got me lit up like it was Christmas
It's only right i show my ass cause I got it out the trenches
These niggas be bitches, and bitch it ain't no hoeing me
If you up the Blick you betta hit no since in showing me
You know the rules I need them blues but I throw the Bs
Loyal to a few that's on the 5 but ain't no I in team