Hey, hey, Paula Son tatted on my chest
That's a dollar sign, not an S
I crack a smile when I sign my checks
Them niggas lyin', they sayin' they next
I ain't pullin' over no bitch
I don't trust no ho, so I came wit my stick
You ain't seen a nigga do it like this
Kobe Bryant gang, i ain't never gon' switch
I'm with the same gang, throwin' bunnies
And I'm still the bad guy in this bitch
Nothin' but red tips in this clip
I swear to God, my OG crip
I shot my shot on her lips
You might get shot if I come off the hip
My lil' shawty talkin' bout takin' a trip
He say he's up, I might send him a lift
I'm bout' to go skip the line
I hopped out that bitch with that nine
Shawty fine, but I know she ain't mine
I'm spendin' time, but she won't get a dime
Yeah, if I'm lyin', I'm flyin
Ten toes down, still on the grind I told that bitch, don't be wastin' my time
Throwin' shade, they ain't takin' my shine
I think I'm the best in the city
And most of them niggas need titties
I swear to God, I know that they bitches
And the blic in my bridge is ridiculous Yeah,
I might get your bitch a Fendi bag
Let her know that I'm really that I know I'm makin' them really mad
I could spend it, then go get it, back
I could show out with this rappin' shit
Get that boy gone like a magic trick
She gave it to me, so I had to hit
Tell me how you mad when you had the bitch
Them niggas lame, they ain't havin' shit
She left tellin' me I'm talented Yeah, I'ma shoot her like Jimmer Fredette
You can go tell them lil' niggas I'm next
Won't next, stand up under the net
I won't shoot at nothin' under the neck
I know she comin' for sex
Free Honeycomb, I'm Dat, yeah I'm fresh and I might be a little conceited
I was strapped up, but I didn't even need it
I remember hittin' that bitch in the Beamer
She got mad when I told her I'm single
Calm down, baby, hold your horses
I caught her on the way home, abortion
I know that nigga can't even afford it
Me, I did it all in some forces If that boy play, I'ma torch him
I'm fresh with her, dry like a Porsche
Damn it, I was just tryin' to be cordial
Now I'm gone like I entered the portal
Fuck them niggas, let them know I'm immortal
And I quarterback the pack like I'm Bortles
She a dime, but she won't get a quarter
Cheaper to leave her, and I can't afford her
Nah, don't be thinkin' you hard
I'll get you rolled in a gar Thrown in the trunk, then blow up the car
They lookin' for me, but I'm chillin' on Mars