Intro:
"Shabazz n*gga"
Whoo
2
Hook:
I'm smokin gas out the bag
He know im f*ckin his b*tch now he mad (Why you mad)
Had to switch the beamer i got a jag
Servin gas out my givenchy bag (I'm serving gas)
I think thats why n*ggas mad
( I think that's why)
I think thats why n*ggas mad
Smokin og while i'm swervin and swag
n*ggas mad cuz i ran up a bag (x2)
Verse:
Riding foreign, I ain't switching no lanes
Glock .45 you ain't snatching my chain
f*ck that n*gga b*tch, She say he a lame
Hop out the sun roof, Than I aim
Hit out my pocket, they don't know who clickin
f*cking your b*tch
I'm dunking Scottie pippen
Hit that lil b*tch in her car ,Got her drippin
Put a Duece in a fago, now I'm sippin
Those the normal jeans
They know that we tipping
That lil b*tch bad she blowing kisses (Lil b*tch)
You better pray to god grant your wishes (Huh)
I put on don on a mission (Heyy don)
Clean quality, I'm remixing (I'm remixing it)
Teachin n*ggas pay attention (b*tch)
Stop talking beef in my mentions (what)
Every glock hit got extensions
Hook:
I'm smokin gas out the bag
He know im f*ckin his b*tch now he mad (Why you mad)
Had to switch the beamer i got a jag
Servin gas out my givenchy bag (I'm serving gas)
I think thats why n*ggas mad
I think thats why n*ggas mad
Smokin og while i'm swervin and swag
n*ggas mad cuz i ran up a bag (x2)
Verse:
Walk in the club
And I got the glock on me
Two grams of OG your jays be boney
Got the same ZIP code, but you ain't my homie (Lil b*tch)
I got it on me so I'm never lonely
Switch the flow up they can't f*ck with me
f*ck that gunk b*tch at the double tree
Keep the heat on me it's stuck with me
Two tone ARP if he .223
Tadoe got rude boy, They whippin a recipie
Black and white challenger, Just like a referee
Got a new pistol that b*tch got a lemon squeeze
Bad b*tch got a accent I like how she talk to me
(Lil b*tch)
Got them bands up now them hoes trynna talk to me
pus*y like xanax, cus it make me fall asleep
Givenchy and Gucci I call that sh*t double G
Percs and codeine b*tch I got a pharmacy
Whippin it servin re-rock
Yezzy addias I don't f*ck with reebok
Glock 23 let it sing like a teen pop
These n*gga snitchin so they got the streets hot
Too many bands I got sauce on me (x4)
Counting up racks up a monopoly (x4)
Too many bands I got sauce on me (x4)
Ten shots got the .45 on me
10 band cap I got gwoup on me
10 shots got the .45 on me
10 band cap I got gwoup on me
Stretch the work out like elastic
Wrap that sh*t up in a plastic
Bad b*tch in a coupe, I made that lil b*tch dashin
My shooters slide thru let him have it
Plug makin plays like we on madden
b*tch in my face I might just pass it
n*gga can never be me that boy average (Lil b*tch)
I'm off Percocet no xannies
Lil dee throwing bombs like Payton manning
I'm in a benz coupe with my savage
Sat by the roof that AR automatic
Jordan 9s on me they classic
I'm with the plug and we tippin that magic
Blue notes on me like Orlando magic
Yezzy like pop it I'm fly like Aladdin
OG sheets and funnel b*tch I'm a addict
When I'm in it shawdy shaking and spazzin
I'm in the club with the stick I'm not dancin
b*tch bad and boujee like she from Atlanta
Go to Lenox I'm on P street
I'm out of town how they peep me
b*tch got good head her name nee nee
She wear coach my b*tch wear CC
CHANEL LIL b*tch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!