[Verse]
Stay humble and down I'm moving Silence
Ain't with Twitter fingers I like the violence
Boo'd up yeah hot like a sana
I'll steal your b*tch word to your mama
I ain't with the drama
Look at this drip please dont trip
But I'm counting blue chips but I ain't no crip
Foupe you's a b*tch come around town get yo ass hit
Then hand u over to the 5th
Trynna be tuff you lame as sh*t
I can go on and on all in these verses
Ima wait til I see you in person
Old ass guns when you walk up
Your ass done ran kuz them sh*ts gon jam
Walk away like that wasn't the plan
Upper hand b*tch I always been the man
I dont need no clip I don't even need guns
Lil n*gga just run me your one
You n*ggas serious I do this for fun
Got him shaking out his clothes like he got stunned
You say I'm a b*tch and I got to say how
I'm the talk of town make a b*tch run her mouth
I ain't never snitch I was never the type
The truth eventually come to the light
Little f*ckers I ain't worried about you
Got 2 bad b*tched washing the coupe
Ima put all my old hoes in a group
Set trippin n*gga dont know what to do ya