I ain't trying to be your friend ain't trying to be your boo
Forgot to tell you bring your friend cause she can get it too
Don't be stingy, crispy white tee stepping out and I ain't dingy nigga
I'm in your city nigga
And i'm not stepping on a stage if we ain't toting fire
I'm pulling hair i'm in her ear you know i'm telling lies
She told her nigga that it's over bout a thousand times
Couldn't be me cause I be making these hoes fall in line
Ain't got no sneaky links cause I ain't sneaking
And I'm smoking THC no TLC cause I ain't creeping
I ain't holding shit back anything I say I mean it
I'm a money addict palm itching nigga I be scheming
You don't love me bitch you lying now you fucking up the meaning
Young Stunna I be fly I get hot and get to steaming
Broski pour another line off the wock it got me leaning
All the pressure I'm applying
Designer gear and fast cars we tinted up and speeding
Beat up the streets we burning rubber
We fucking up the cement
Stomp the pedal dash
Hear the tires screeching
Fuck yo car this music make you think you in a fucking demon
Taking off, all that hating shake it off
Thats your shorty she with me, ain't have to tell her take it off
Certified and i'm stamped I ain't gotta fake at all
Came for everything I want, yea I'm known to take it all
She than found out I got motion now she wanna see what's up wit me
Couldn't wife a bop but luckily I let her suck on me
If I don't fuck wit her she fuck with niggas who can't fuck wit me
Fast living, knowing they be watching can't keep up wit me
State to state I hit the bank before I hit the road
I need it gone I hit up shh
You know he get it sold
Got a problem fucking hoes I'll probably make your daughter fold
And if a hothead play with gang they might just leave his body cold
And all that indirect shit it's gone get addressed
They can't keep up they trying they best I know they pressed
You say you solid we gone put that to a test
I put it down now she obsessed who would've guessed