Ayy, uh, uh, aye, Kae Kasino, aye, aye, yeah, aye,
Look, nigga, send them shots and we gon klap back, yes, lil' bitch, I'm that mad
Just like my pops, I like my money in a fat stack
I asked that lil' bih, was it her's cause shit, it's that fat
But I might just pass this bih to bro, he like to klap ass
Up that blick and it go blaat blaat, nigga bust your cap back
I don't give a fuck bout' what these niggas be sayin' lil' bitch I'm that that
I hit Tallahassee and tuck that blick all in that crab shack
You talkin' bout runnin' up, bags jit, well bitch I'm past that
I might bring them big ass packs in and go head, tax that
And this shit, all me, can't add that to my tax bracket
The way I beat that from behind, she say I'm backstabbin'
Know I can't leave that shit alone, she one of my bad habits
Love when a bih go crazy bout' this shit, like she a crack addict
Know I fucked your head up, but shit, you already had damage
Can't keep you out my mind, shit, sometimes I can't stand it
The way we just pull up and slide, it's like we hate plannin'
I eat my bih, she with a rapper like some grape candy
And keep that heat on me, lil' bih, gon' think I hate fanning
You hit this weed on me, you slump lil bih, you ain't standin'
Nigga think this shit sweet, but ain't no punk in me I can't spare him
Send them shots and we gon' klap back, yes, lil' bitch, I'm that mad
Just like my pops, I like my money, in a fat stack
I asked that lil' bih was it her's cause shit, it's that fat
But I might just pass this bih to bro, he like to klap ass
And I know she gon' spazz cause she on go this lil' bih past bad
Don't give no fuck bout what you know, got chops like Baghdad
Might go ahead and fuck this nigga hoe just to make him mad mad
And I might fuck this lil' bih throat like when she gag gag
Flip a bo then hit the store I'm poppin' off tag tags
I hit that bih, then hit the road I'm movin' past that
You hit that bih, got child support now you a sad dad
And I be drivin' miles before I settle down yet
Can't tell if I'm gon' keep this bih, can't bring her around yet
And if she yell, then I'll delete this bih, this ain't no sound check
And I can't tell if I'm gon' need my stick, they ain't got found yet
Nigga, I dump this blick, that bih kick back just like that lounge chair
Nigga, bih kick back just like that lounge chair
Nigga, lazy boy, crazy boy, lazy boy, playin', we gone blaze 'em boy
Make it hasty boy, nigga smoke this za like Hatian boy
Nigga, got them dreads but I ain't Hatian boy
Nigga don't play with me, we pull up and we takin' boy
Catch you slidin' in that V then we gone brake it boy
Nigga I'm on that za this shit that tree no I ain't lace it boy