[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Bitch, I only put lean in my cup holder
Tell my bitch to hold my lean, she a cup holder
Freak bitch wana fuck, I told her come over
Yeah the n***a know he getting cooked, he ain't come to court no more
You telling people that you hit her, she don't even wanna fuck no more
Everybody acting different, ain't no love no more
And it's a drout on it, yeah, ain't no drugs no more
They locking everybody up, ain't no plugs no more
They cutting off extention cords, ain't no plug no more
They shutting down all the clubs, ain't no fun no more
I make my n***a take your stick, got no gun no more
In the club throwing 1's, I'm finna flood this bitch
Fucking with that nasty ho, like, you love that bitch?
40 thousand [?] I'm finna stuff my fit
[?] you can suck my dick
Take your bitch to the room, she finna suck my dick
And you ain't finna bust a move, you acting tough, that's it
These n***as tripping over hoes, I'm tryna fuck that bitch

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
We put them hoes on rotation like a ceiling fan
Tell a bitch wanna be mine, bring them dividends
I got the front end, and I need the back too
I got her popping X, like I'm Jigga man
[?] exotics, rock season
[?] got the spot going up
[?] show you how to make a million [?]
I can show your bitch how to buss a date for a half a band
With a handshake, I can get a n***a killed too
Oh, you ain't know the hit man was my best friend?
We used to ride our bikes together from school
[?]
You ain't know this backhand [?] prostitues
[?]
[?] grams, I mail it