Ridin' in this bitch, we gon' fuck up your hoe
Ridin' 'round this bitch, you don't wanna fuckin' tote
Big ass blunt, yeah, this bitch look like a pole
I can't fuck with y'all, yeah, bitch, I know y'all fold
Fold 'em up, put 'em in a bag
Yeah, bitch, I get the money, I get the cash
Your bitch just pulled up on me, I had to pass
200 in the whip, bitch, I crashed
Bitch up on me, you don't wanna play
You don't wanna fuck with me, lil' bitch, get out my face
Got the big ass blunt and, bitch, you know I face
I just hit a home run and you ain't got first base
I be geeked up in this bitch, yeah, I'm goin' crazy
Crazy, your bitch gettin' lazy
I be geeked up, I've been geekin' daily
I be fucked up lil' bitch, can somebody come save me
Tell him stop tweaking, I already fucked her
Smoking za pack in my feelings
Hoe give me top, I wasn't really feeling it
I ain't even know the clip hold 20
Fuck a drive by, we walking you down
Hit his soul watch his body drown
Fine shit, she in love with my sound
You got that fire but ain't shooting no rounds
I'm with lil' Pab', it's going down
I'm at the hood for real, look like my style
Smoking on gas, you know I had to stretch that
Red in my cup, I'm smoking on new pack
G-lock on me, it strike like thunder
Hit the beat like me show you how I flow again
Fuck love I'm tryna fuck
Fuck 12, they ain't stopping shit
Pop out the cut with a arm and leg
Niggas be talking like they wanna see me dead
Pop out the cut and we leaving your city red
Fucking your thot and I only wanted head
Talking and shit, that boy wanna see red
I'm at the gas station, push up
Za in my blunt, I go nuts, she wanna fuck but I wanna cuff
Ridin' in this bitch, we gon' fuck up your hoe
Ridin' 'round this bitch, you don't wanna fuckin' tote
Big ass blunt, yeah, this bitch look like a pole
I can't fuck with y'all, yeah, bitch, I know y'all fold
Fold 'em up, put 'em in a bag
Yeah, bitch, I get the money, I get the cash
Your bitch just pulled up on me, I had to pass
200 in the whip, bitch, I crashed