Pull up in that foreign
Switching lanes with a foreign
Yeah I treat her like a portion
Then I leave her like an orphan
Ion want her if she boring
Got em hating cause I'm soaring
But don't hit me acting friendly when I'm stacking money touring

Hoe I come through straight flexing yeah because it's in my name
Wanna copy, acting cocky, because I'm in my own lane
I can't trust none of these rappers dawg because these rappers lame
But nobody in the game spitting my amount of flames, hoe get out my way

Aye, it's lit (x6)
Lit like a Bic, get ya girl off my tip, Mortal Kombat, sub zero my wrist

Came with the rocks like Flintstones
North and South Pole what my wrist on
I'm what your hoe put her lips on
Gold on me like I got pissed on

But I'm not talking R Kelly, ew
I'm stacking bread like a deli, ooh
White Air Force 1 like I'm Nelly, ooh
Came with the snipes like Wesley

Need a bad white hoe, Lisa Presley
Hoe I got the 30 don't test me
Hoe I got the 40 don't press me
Pull up to the scene, make it messy

All of my weapons be deadly
My shawty mixed like a medley
Run up on me, hoe I'm ready
Ammunition, I got plenty