[Chorus]
She wanna fuck for a bag, don't know what she thinking, that bitch out of mind
You know we rock with them straps, catch lil' boy out then he die
I got my shooter, he out of line
I had to leave that bitch, can't waste no time
My lil' shooter on the frontline

[Verse]
Play in this bitch, you die
Bitch, don't hit my line
Bitch, don't even try lie
Hop in that bitch, it fly
Bullets gon' fly
Flopped, he died
Bullets on him, gon' fly
Finna roll up the opp, I'm fried
I remember the time I cried
It was back when my n***a had died
It ain't feel nothin' like real life
I'm gettin' racks now, I'm livin' life
I don't want that nat-nat, shе trife
.40 gon' make his ass snap back, like a bikе
I'm on the pills, I'm right
She wanna fuck all night

[Chorus]
She wanna fuck for a bag, don't know what she thinking, that bitch out of mind
You know we rock with them straps, catch lil' boy out then he die
I got my shooter, he out of line
I had to leave that bitch, can't waste no time
My lil' shooter on the frontline