See, I'm tryna see what you on
See, I'm tryna see what you on
See, I'm tryna see what you on Lil' shawty tryna say I be wrong
Lil' bitch tryna act like she hate me I know that shit crazy, she sing all my songs
Know what I clutch on, keep a glizzy
We do em' dead wrong in the city
Big drum, hit some, glock hold a fifty
I don't fuck with the bitch, nah, I don't want the kitty
I just want the head, lil' bitch She send a drop, I'ma bless the bitch
I got the opp in the wood, it's smoking You know I ain't stressin' shit
Walk into Truist and bring some racks home to my bitch, I don't know where to tell her
I'm with the mob, we clutchin' the rods, I'm good, I be with the fellas
You know I banging Five Letter, My brother, yeah, he on whatever
The cutter, we up it and stretch em', We gon' light that boy up like some sketchers
We gon' light that, boy, yeah, being extra We gon' light that, lil' boy, up for fun
I swear I ain't stunting no haters Cuz' I ride around with that gun
Money the motive, all a nigga needed
I beat up that pussy... its temperpedic
I put on that drip, nah, I dont need no reason, I'm havin' that hoe best believe it
She happy, lil' bro, you can keep it
Fuck my 10, why she tryna keep it secret
It's okay, I ain't worried, I peep it
Play around and get crossed like the deacon
Okay, know, I'ma south-side nigga, hits like it's a home run, tryna get bigger
Niggas ain't on nothin', we be gettin' richer
Drop the dot, she pull up like a zipper
Shakin' ass, movin' fast, I might tip her
Bout that cash line up up like some clipper
Got em' mad cuz we make it look simple? Got my dog in the cage like a kennel