(Oh, shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?)
Oh
(Ayo Bleu)
You know, fuck wrong with niggas?
(Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
(Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)
Hm, oh, hm
Slow down, huh, hold on
Baby get ya roll on, like—
Oh, my eyes fucked up
Tell her, ""Slow down""
Get ya roll on, fuck that
Let me start up, look, hold on

Nene, I don't need ya Chelsea (Nah, nah)
Rolls inside my pocket that's velveeta cheese (Yeah, yeah)
Get that camera lens, you play with me, I'll shoot the scene— Huh, huh
Fill up my clip, then— Huh, huh
Hit that bitch like— Huh, huh
Like mhm, mhm
I keep that shit insidе my system to put up with you
I take this money buy my cars and somе brand new shoes
I had to tell 'em give me bars for to catch my groove
I took that bitch and did her bad in my recording room, I gave that bitch some bands too
I see some shit 'bout church on T.V., then I turn it off
I ain't talking money, I walk right off, I ain't tryna hear that at all
Bitch get me on, then top me off, my life ain't script at all
Fucked up, but I ain't fucked up
Thank God I made it out
Throw you sum, Iu0027m turnt up
Youngboy, I stay Ju0027ed
You gonu0027 try sum get your head split
You gotsu0027 to be fucking crazy
Bitch I want my money, she ainu0027t gonu0027 spend it on my baby
This bitch ainu0027t give me nothinu0027, she must be thinkinu0027 that she played me
I know that I ainu0027t shit but this hoe say that Iu0027m amazing
Oh, Bitch Slow Down
Tell her get her roll on
Please donu0027t call YoungBoy phone, Hah
They thought the league could beat me
Bitch Iu0027m rich, he canu0027t catch up
I ran it up they see me, and Iu0027m bad at showinu0027 love
Put that bitch on TV, smoke that boy
All my bitches love me, I cut that extra hoe like
Nene, I don't need ya Chelsea (Nah, nah)
Rolls inside my pocket that's velveeta cheese (Yeah, yeah)
Try me once now you want me to take you back
Hell Nah, Hell Nah, Hell Nah
Ooh...
Bitch I get mad and dive in my shit, she ‘tryna fuck up my groove
Know I get mad and bad as a bitch and she canu0027t get no shoes
Hop out that bitch fit straight all rainbow, bitch you know iu0027m a fool
Ooh... Ooh...
Who they talkinu0027 to?
Whack that man and then I do my dance, like bitch I been the truth
Get them bands and do the running man, my bitch gonu0027 bring my food
Tell ‘em fuck ‘em I been hustlinu0027 I wonu0027t leave the Stuu0027
Youngboy Iu0027m caught up we steppinu0027, bang out Iu0027m with it, whatever