I'm fucking hoes off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels
My back car and my back pocket filled with some M's
You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
LA buzzin' up or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we riding with extra clips
Back to the basic with flood on our wrists
Bank of America, bands on the strips
Go 'head and cuff, I ain't stand the bitch
Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee
I'm studio working at top of my crib
Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon
Nah, he ain't snitching, he doing his cities
Say we not come home without show me some millions
Showing the Wraith, they showing the Bеntley
My partner in the crib and thеy roll like some Heeley's
I heard the weed you selling is shitty
We smoking on dank, zaza what we dealing
Nah, I ain't playing no games with you
We sending the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot
Know me and the dawgs in the building so we go get the kitty
We can make it out, what you talking 'bout?
Flexing through it on the 'Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out
I'll never go out like Bow Wow
Fresh in Off White when I pop out
Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out
Yeah, I'm getting thrill with the top off
See if you gon' shoot it when it pop off
Jet Nigeria, I'm flyin' to the Bow Wow
I'm fucking hoes off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels
My back car and my back pocket filled with some M's
You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
LA buzzin' up or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we riding with extra clips
Balmain rips, I guess it's the Balmain drip
And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment
Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming
This a 42 with the big Balenci but it look size ten
I'm with some shottas, don dadas the rave for 'em all, and they gon' spray
I got the spotlight and I ain't paranoid, it's okay
All out the corner nigga, we the bottom boys
(My lil' boys all the greeatest I've seen)
Real drip baby, I'm the bank, get some V
V on the paint 'cause you know you ain't street
Wet the block, shoot 300 like Reese
Nigga changed more than the change in the beat
Put a freak ho back in a freak
Bitches made friends 'cause they all on knees
How they gon' trip when they all on weed?
How they gon' trip when they all on me?
Ayy, Stickbaby pour a deuce of the lean
Went Meek Mills with the championship ring
I'm fucking hoes off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels
My back car and my back pocket filled with some M's
You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
LA buzzin' up or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we riding with extra clips