[Verse 1]
Yo b*tch on me but you can never do nothing
Cuz yo momma raised a pus*y
Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but
Close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy
God damn b*tch, I don't smoke no gas
I don't pop no Xans hella cake
I just need that ass don't worry bout no mans
Look at me, look at he, you don't wanna f*ck with we
Hit the streets roll on me, you gon end up in the sea
[Bridge 1]
7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
Squeeze the G, leave the scene
Bouncin like the trampoline
[Hook]
Getting bread earn income (man)
Spend it on this Balmain
Working all night I might run into the Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing as a motherf*cking bro mane
You ain't f*cking slick if you think you in my team mane
[Verse 2]
We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
And I don't give a f*ck hit em with the damn di*ks
Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus
I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me
All these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass sea
Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD
I don't really give a f*ck no more b
Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, b*tch Grand Prix
Pull up on a f*ckin enemy, 3rd degree
Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib b*tch)
And leave the f*ckin country with the brick (loudpack)