Shawty bad
Run it back
Fuck the hoes
I can't text
I got 1, I got 2
I got hoes on my dick
I got pain, I got xan
What the fuck you say
What the fuck you say
I got money on my back
Gucci on my slide
Bitches wanna fuck
Prada on my neck
Get high
Get high
We chilling at the benz
Smoking 'till we die
I don't wanna lie
I just say hi
Wanna make you mine
Wanna make you cry
I don't wanna back shit
I just wanna throw bitch
I just wanna play
I don't play a hoes
Why you gonna hate
Why you gonna fade
Why you gonna hate
Why you gonna fade
Why you gonna hate
Why you gonna fade
(Yeah, uh)
I don't give a fuck, hearing your shit
I don't fucking mind sleep with your bitch
Countin' my stacks, air force 1 on my feet
Ice on my drip, this shit way to heat
Acapella on my playlist
That be showed up on my tracklist
Wanna make some shits
Say "sheeshh" to my adlibs
Baby running thru the city
Bitches hella spicy
Asian baddie lookin' nasty
Got hunnid, so icy
He said money in the back, back
Diamonds on my neck, neck
Goth bitch on my lap, lap
Grab her cheeks and clap, clap
Told her i'll pass
Got her cheatin that so ass
No more crush
I be feelin' like trash
(Like what?)
Shawty go with your mans
Hunnid stacks, Counting bands
Glock on hands, Switching trans (FORMER!)
Tryna pull up with the fans
Gun bangs, Black vans
White sands, Gold fangs
Oh damn