I like ngas who don't ask to hit my blunt, yeah (I do)
I like bank roses on the cloths and pound up in trunk
I know hood ngas that will f*ck you up (I know, I know, I know)
b*tch you only took a sip, how you already drunk (b*tch)
I don’t like molly, don't like no percocets, I'd rather smoke one
My ex think that I’m comin' back, I told him boy you so dumb
I call you little b*tch, but nga you a whole one (b*tch)
Whole one (b*tch)
Ho (b*tch)
Ho wait (b*tch)
[Hook]
Give me the Courvoisier, b*tch
Put it in my cup, b*tch
Why you tryna front, b*tch
I be in my bag, yeah
I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set
And my ngas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad
And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag
You don't know how to treat women, had a bad dad
I don't really like these ngas, man I'm mad mad
Where this money comin' in me, I'm like God damn
[Verse 2]
Had to give my sh*t up to a nga who ain’t had his licks up
Taught a nga how to trap and now he taught his b*tch, yeah
I don’t really get this sh*t, my nga, I'm too lit yeah
Gucci on my face and on waist and on his di*k, yeah
How you tryna play a b*tch, you playin’ like the Knicks yeah
She think I'm a lesbian the way she meet my fist, yeah
I can't stop until I got a house up on my wrist, yeah
I saw you a fool but I would rather pull the lip yeah
[Hook]
Pass, the Courvoisier, b*tch
Put it in my cup, b*tch
Why you tryna front, b*tch
I be in my bag, yeah
I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set
And my ngas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad
And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag
You don’t know how to treat women, had a bad dad
I don't really like these ngas, man I'm mad mad
[Outro]
(I like ngas who don't ask to hit my blunt)
(I do)