[Verse]
Bitch wanna fuck but don't wanna leave
Yo homie in heaven playing god for the cheese
Smell reggie in the air, shit made me sneeze
Blow down a opp block, this finna be a breeze
Can't be trusted cuz the n***a super sleaze
Pulled the pistol out of, four hundred dollar jeans
Put a n***a body somewhere by the seas
Pop a n***a dead in the brain, get him green
I done dogged, fucked and stuffed Billie Jean
Hit the mall, and spend a long, light sleeve
N***as got to be sick that they can't fuck with me
Im still coming up, your granny still wanna B
Your granddad like this shit, now he want a feat
Old ass got to come up like six fifty for a feat
N***as beating up they hoe cause she liked my pic
Three five zero for this motherfucking fit
Sugar Hill jacket, I'm bout seven hundred drip
Still scream Krispylife til a motherfucker dip
Off this earth, I'm getting money, you pussy n***a's hurt
He threw up a C, got him shot in the shirt
N***a's want to eat but don't want to work
[?] on my head in case your bitch want to flirt
Sitting in the trap, but not trapping, how that work?
Yeah we did that shit, now your mans on a shirt
We did that shit, now your mans on a shirt
We did that shit, alright look

This the part where I talk about the hoes too
Beat my bitch up, but only when I supposed to
Yo n***a screaming that he hard, but he froze too
I'm from Beecher, so I ain't said "posed to"

N***a's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
N***a's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
N***a's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
N***a's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
N***a's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
N***a's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
N***a's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
N***a's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin

N***a's dying bout a bitch, that we all hittin
My Glock bald-headed, I'm talking bout this bitch extensions
N***a's never on they block cause they know I'ma spin it
Hoes suck my meat, cause they know I'm spittin
Spent four-fifty on this jean fit and now I'm drippin
Kick that bitch to the curb, her pussy wasn't hittin
Block the ho number, she was doing too much trippin
Tell me it fell out your pocket mane, on that level I be pimpin