[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Phew, blatt)

[Verse]
Du-Dumb bitch, she fucking my mood
With twin, like, "What is the move?"
See-See Zen, bitch, know she gon' choose
N***a, that fye send him to the Moon
Where you at? I'm looking for you
Where you at, bitch? Looking for you
And we gon' pop like ballons
High off the pack, bitch, snooze
Fuck n***a, I'on sip no booze
Me and slime hop out the V, on two
Slide on a bad bitch, love how I do
Thirty round, fuck n***a, aim it at you
Wipe a n***a nose, achoo
These n***as bite, chew
She give me neck, no chew
Broke n***a, can't fuck with you
Look the sky, blue
Look at my pockets, blue
No, you can't fuck with the crew
They looking at you then, boo
Pockets up, they so hard
Lil' bitch off of them bars
Ain't it really that hard
Leave a n***a fried, off the charts
Feel like I'm in the dark
Upping the fye, fuck n***a, he dart
Do that shit, fuck n***a, hit hard
(Bee!)
Lame-Lame ahh nih, hit hard