[Intro]
Come and get your mans
b*tch, b*tch, yeah
.44 with a beam
Aye, aye, yeah
[Chorus]
b*tch, come and get your mans, 'cuz he talkin' sh*t
Shoot him in his face, I just popped the b*tch
.44 with a beam, and it's rockin' sh*t
b*tch, I'm sippin' lean, I got wock and sh*t
b*tch, come and get your mans, 'cuz he talkin' sh*t
Shoot him in his face, I just popped the b*tch
.44 with a beam, and it's rockin' sh*t
b*tch, I'm sippin' lean, I got wock and sh*t
[Verse]
Shoot him in his face, bullets stuck up in his brain
See me in a coupe, I pull up, I'm switchin' lanes
Skirtin' off the lot, I'mma link him like a chain
Yeah, her ass is fat, but she f*ck me for my fame
I can't f*ck with goofies, no, I can't f*ck with lames
Hundreds in the stacks, with your b*tch, I made it rain
You pull up, I shoot you, guess I beat you in your game
Run up - run up with a choppa, and I shoot him in his veins
I get violent, so I might just steal your homie chain
I just f*cked your b*tch, and she left right when I came
Swear to god, that all these b*tches, is the f*ckin' same
We got blood puddles, we gon' need a f*ckin' drain
[Chorus]
b*tch, come and get your mans, 'cuz he talkin' sh*t
Shoot him in his face, I just popped the b*tch
.44 with a beam, and it's rockin' sh*t
b*tch, I'm sippin' lean, I got wock and sh*t
[Outro]
b*tch, come and get your mans, 'cuz he talkin' sh*t