[Intro: Lil Dreeze Swol & Young Nudy]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Wow let's go
Lil Dreeze but i'm on some D Harden shit right now
Ya dig, ya dig
Dog ass bitch
Fuck you talkin' bout?
What these dog bitches talkin' bout
Goofy ass n***a, yeah
Lame ass dweeb ass hoe

[Verse]
Pack your bags you got to go I told her mind your business bitch
Running to a check Lil Dreeze on that fitness shit
30 in the clip I told Rose he can empty it
I don't argue with these petty bitches i'm not into it
Beat that bitch like Chris beat that bitch like Dex
Never been rich, gotta touch a check
Glock by my draws when i'm having sex
Told her get a helmet I almost broke her neck
This pole ain't for fashion you gonna pull up get that uhh uhh
My gun automatic pull it back you get that red rum
Had to close the bank they said "Lil Dreeze go get a Brinks truck"
All my whips be tinted up all my bitches 10's and up
Knife and fork I eat it up no boxing gloves I beat it up
Dog ass bitch want some Pradas get a 9 to 5
Bitch want some Ruth's Chris took that hoe to Popeye's
And her pussy pop pop, don't touch that bitch aht aht