(Mhm-mhm)
(Mhm)
Smoke a Three-Five to the face
Go to mars yeah outer space
Do the dash yeah do the race
(Mhm-mhm)
Speed off on the fucking Jake's
Got the strap it's on my waist
(Mhm-mhm)
(Mhm-mhm)
This gun on me gon blow like blam
Rock that toolie on my waist
Just so you know I'm built like damn
You can't hang with us lil bitch
You wish could like you not gang
Pack em up inside a blunt
Then smoke em down who you gon blame
Yeah who you gon blame
Yeah choppa let it sang
Yeah we up it to your face
Yeah we shoot it at yo brain
(Yeah-Brttt)(Yeah-Brttt)
Real Top G no Andrew Tate
(Yeahhh) Big white house D on the gate
(Yeahhh) She hit me up I'm on the way
Yeah
She so excited (So excited)
Put that D right in her mouth
Like you need to be quiet (To be quiet)
Screaming way too loud
I'm thinking she might start a riot
Then I hopped in
In that Bentley Coupe
So I can pop shit (What)
Spin the block quick (Damn)
Eat them ramen noodles (Whoa) got them chopsticks (Yeah)
Bitch we mobbing (Bitch)
Feel like Playboi Carti bring the mosh pit (Like what)
Damn (Damnnn) what the fuck aye
Shit ain't adding up
You niggas really lame as fuck like damn (Damnnn)
I gotta keep the toolie tucked
Because my opps be pulling up
My bitch with me she fine as fuck
Like damn (Damnnn)
Diamonds hit up in the bezel
Bitch I'm on a busy schedule
Killed him dead ain't bring the shovel damnnn (Damnnn)
Whoa
Like damn
Molly brown not white
Yellow colored like some sand whoa (Yeah)
Just popped a perky know I'm flying Rob Van Dam whoa
No Randy Orton RKO bust his dome whoa (Let's go)
Shawty Medusa
How she turn my heart to stone yeah (Bitch)
Don't need that bitch yeah my side bitch hit my phone whoa (Thotty)
Bad Bitch (Whoa)
Bad to the bone yeah
Pussys be my clones (Whoa)
One shot then you gone yeah (Brttt)