Huh, I think I'm done with that hoe
I think I'm done with that bitch
Slatt still clutching the stick
Yeah, I'm still clutching the five
Can't trust her with your lie
But I just posted my drop, but I can't wait for them niggas to slide

Geeked up, so damn high
Geeked up, out of my mind
Pulled up, whole lotta bands
Yeah, nigga, I'm in my prime

I just went and fucked on a fan
Still got a stick in my hand
That bitch she said I'm the man
I think she's know I'm the man

I smoke dope all day
I smoke dope, all god damn day
Young nigga, clutching the five
And my lil' brother, he clutching the K
Fuck with that hoe, she a vibe
When she come around, I'll be having my way
Yeah, nigga, so fucking high
Can't even lie, had a real good day

Yeah, you know that bitch so bad
I made these broke boys mad
Flex on these broke boys, yeah
Huh, I hit that hoe from the side
I hit that hoe from the back
Yeah I just fucked up her back

Yeah, I think I'm done with that hoe
Damn I'm done fucking that hoe
I just pulled up to the store
Because I need some more soda
Now I'm trying to pour up some drank
Damn these hoes don't think, I just came back from the bank

It's just me and my fucking kutta
No, you ain't gang, ain't taking a risk
You ain't my fucking brother, buddy
I pop that X, I pop G6
I mix it in my muddy
Been getting high, high as a bitch

No I can't see above me
I only need to see what's in front of me
I'm whipping the scat, 120
Slime slatt, Jeff Hardy
Touched down, in my city
In that fucking unreleased whip
In that fucking bat mobile bitch
I'm trying to be done with the tris
But it's keeping me fly, Southwest

And it's keeping me high as a gutter
I don't ride without my Beretta
Not without my 92FS
Rockstar lifestyle, Madonna
I just spent your life on fabrics
Yeah, yeah, undercover
I keep me some shooters with dog tags
Yeah, yeah, stay with them soldiers

I think I'm done with that hoe
I think I'm done with that