[Verse 1]
Bitch you know I'm cookin'
In the trap I'm movin'
Flippin' [?] like nothing
I'm sippin' robo-toxin
'Cause [?] groovin'
Smokin' on a cuban
Bitch I'm never losing
I'm day by day improving
Fucking on that bitches
Instagram and pictures
I don't fuck with bitches
I'm geekin' to that bitches
Your bitch look some speechless
But she look delicious
If i get that business
[?]
[Chorus]
Pull up in the all white coupe
Flexin' on my ex
You know all my hunnids blue
My pocket so depressed
Backwoods in the fucking zip
Smoke that heavy shit
Don't think you can thrill with me
If you don't got fatty, bitch (Yeah, ayy)
[Verse 2]
I can't trust [?] fucking soul
Please, dont tryna find me shit
I was chillin' on the block
Pistol on my fucking hip
Bunch up [?]
Please don't try to play me kid
Sixty-nine i know my shit
(?) leave me alone
Can't fuck with that nasty bitch
Get my fuckin' pockets [?]
I'm tryna make another flip
I finnesed [?] racks
I just played you like a bitch
Your bitch want me 'cause im rich
Sixty-nine [?]
[Chorus]
Pull up in the all white coupe
Flexin' on my ex
You know all my hunnids blue
My pocket so depressed
Backwoods in the fucking zip
Smoke that heavy shit
Don't think you can thrill with me
If you don't got fatty, bitch (Yeah, ayy)