[Intro]
(I'm not into you)

[Verse 1: Iayze]
In the Hellcat it be goin
Got a bad bitch she be blowin'
But you already know that
We heard he broke that's so sad
We pull a Hemi it just like drag
I wanna know what really got you mad
We know you ain't gettin' no money, n***a that's what really got you sad
We know that his pockets be hurtin' yeah' we know that lil boy down bad
Got a ARP with a mag
I done fell in love with the cash
I like SRTs and Jag's
Like baby I don't mean to brag
Hopped in this shit went fast
Ion really care about the cash
Like God don't take my last
They used to love me in the past
In the Trackhawk mode say "Track"
Them bullets gon' put your new n***a on his back
Like how could you lack? That shit so sad
Play up in this bitch and get a toe tag

[Verse 2: Kankan]
Like how could you lack? That shit so sad
They keep lackin' in this bitch might get a toe tag
That lil boy ain't gettin' no money that shit so sad
XD45 put him on his ass
Can't come around, give a boy no pass
I'm too old left them n***as in the past, ay
She do whatever I say, might buy that hoe a new bag
We in the H with them K's and them Drac's n***a you do the math
Sippin' on too much drank, lil n***a I had to relax, ay
Got a ARP with a mag
These lil n***as be mad
His pockets they goin out sad
In the Trackhawk doin the dash
Ayy, blue hunnits they can't fold up
Its too late his hoe done chose up
I might go and cop a Rolls truck
Dat boy cuffin these hoes yea he too toed up
Guess what she gon' fuck me cause my neck my wrist is froze up, like so what
I ran up lil n***a just like i'm the chosen one
I told lil Jace just stay down cause you know we finna go up