On lyrics

[Intro]
(I don't wanna cry again)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus]
Dracos, FNs, .40 Glocks, play in this b*tch you gone
I gotta bad lil' b*tch wanna f*ck on me, should've left yo ass at home
'member the time when the b*tch ass people done did me wrong
If I smoke yo' ass then I'm not wrong
Made my choppa horny, pick that lil' b*tch up and turn it on

[Verse]
She wanna cuff, okay, I'm gone
Hop in that SRT, I'm gone
Oh, yo' b*tch keep blowin' my phone, I can't pick up the phone
For me you ain't pick up the phone
I be like, "Lil' b*tch, leave me alone"
Walk in the mall and I look for the Chrome
Smoke that boy and put his b*tch ass in a song
Bad lil' b*tch, no shirt, a thong
Oh you broke, go to work, get a job
I got that .40 on me in the mall
Pl-Play in this b*tch I'm blowin'
You broke, okay I'm knowin'
Hop in that bit' go fast, fast lil' foreign
Throw the money up, it's snowin
You on yo' ass, you snorin'
[Chorus]
Dracos, FNs, .40 Glocks, play in this b*tch you gone
I gotta bad lil' b*tch wanna f*ck on me, should've left yo ass at home
'member the time when the b*tch ass people done did me wrong
If I smoke yo ass then I'm not wrong
Made my choppa horny, pick that lil' b*tch up and turn it on