[Chorus]
Gucci, no laces, you trippin'
Came out that water, Free Willy
N***a try us, that be risky
I can relax in the trenches
Keep that fuckboy at a distance
I got that top like some clippers
Bitch I got stars in my dental
Bands on me just like a Christmas tree
Whip a four, I know chemistry
Bitch I'm a nightmare on Elm Street
I got more chickens than KFC
I know that bitch wanna stay with me
Paint her face like some Maybelline
Fuck her, I nut and I make her leave
Freaky lil bitch tryna lay with me

[Verse 1]
Smokin' Biscotti like Hercules
I'm in the coupe with the curtain seats
I know these fuck n***as heard of me
You get hit with that Glock, you need surgery
We tryna turn up the murder rate
I'm gettin' rich so I know they supposed to hate
We don't back down when shit escalate
I put a hundred off in the safe
I put a brick on the interstate
Count up this money, I demonstrate
Hit from the back and I penetrate
I fuck from the back and I hit her face
Lil bitch you sour like lemonade
Stay the fuck up out my business baby
Solo coupe, outer space seats
New Gucci boots, blue like space cleats

[Chorus]
Gucci, no laces, you trippin'
Came out that water, Free Willy
N***a try us, that be risky
I can relax in the trenches
Keep that fuckboy at a distance
I got that top like some clippers
Bitch I got stars in my dental
Bands on me just like a Christmas tree
Whip a four, I know chemistry
Bitch I'm a nightmare on Elm Street
I got more chickens than KFC
I know that bitch wanna stay with me
Paint her face like some Maybelline
Fuck her, I nut and I make her leave
Freaky lil bitch tryna lay with me

[Verse 2]
Stupid lil bitch, she obsessed with me
Keep callin' my phone and keep textin' me
I fucked her, she act like she never leave
Bitch I'm a dog, I need pedigree
I hit her once and she after me
She know I'm 'bout it like Master P
I let my brothers hit after me
I want that mouth like a napkin please
Gucci headband, I'm an athelete
I got these hoes tryna tackle me
Hundred yard dash, that's a track meet
Hundred round drum, that's a snap beat
Bitch I got weight like a push-up
Nut in her face, that's a chin-up
Bitch I got strong like a sit-up
Get hit with them...

[Chorus]
Gucci, no laces, you trippin'
Came out that water, Free Willy
N***a try us, that be risky
I can relax in the trenches
Keep that fuckboy at a distance
I got that top like some clippers
Bitch I got stars in my dental
Bands on me just like a Christmas tree
Whip a four, I know chemistry
Bitch I'm a nightmare on Elm Street
I got more chickens than KFC
I know that bitch wanna stay with me
Paint her face like some Maybelline
Fuck her, I nut and I make her leave
Freaky lil bitch tryna lay with me