The American People are tired of women Yeah, aye Aye, yeah yeah What? Yeah, what? Okay (okay okay okay) Yeah yeah (Pop) What? (Yeah) Yeah, what? In my bag, hoe Pull up like an asshole Give no fucks Actin' up like my ass show Baby imma let down Boy ya' life's a shit-show Baby when I come 'round Open up your damn throat Cock it and squeeze it Blow him to pieces Smoke from the barrel Got my ass sneezin' Think I have sinkened Speak for the weekend Committing treason, dead by the weekend Smokin' all that mid and shit while scratchin' on yo' syphilis Fuckin' on yo' mama just to show that I mean business, bitch Situation limitless, when there's no fuckin' witnesses So tie 'em up and beat 'em down and break a couple ligaments Sorry for my ways, flick the blade, like a psycho Fifteen more percent to call for help up on yo' iPhone Give me fifteen minutes with yo' bitch, now she is my hoe I can spare your life and save you time, but this ain't GEICO Could save you 15% or more on car insurance Stuck in a trance bitch my mind is exhausted I strive for deposits but bitches keep flocking Between you and I, we got nothing in common My head full of pain that no perky can stop it Twisting and pulling her hair while I bop it I feel like Iran when I'm totting the rocket Look at my pockets, this money ain't stoppin' I see it, I want it, little bitch, know I got it In my bag, hoe Pull up like an asshole Give no fucks Actin' up like my ass show Baby imma let down Boy ya' life's a shit-show Baby when I come 'round Open up your damn throat Cock it and squeeze it Blow him to pieces Smoke from the barrel Got my ass sneezin' Think I have sinkened Speak for the weekend Committing treason, dead by the weekend