[Intro]
(Space)
Ah ahh
Ah ahh
Ah ahh

[Chorus]
Bitch i’m off the tec like ahh
And u know i pop a perc like ahh
Bad bitch finna twerk like ahh
And u know i hit that bitch ahh

[Chorus]
Bitch i’m off the tec like ahh
And u know i pop a perc like ahh
Bad bitch finna twerk like ahh
And u know i hit that bitch ahh

[Verse]
Let my chopper sing shoot it at you
And that bitch she a'int fuckin' with you
Hit one now i’m 'bout to hit two
Either Prada or the Fendi i can’t choose

[Verse 2]
Pull up with a Glock nine
No testing
I ain’t call back
Now she texting
Shout out to the plug yeah he blessed it
Shout out to the plug yeah he blessed it
[Trip: Verse 3]
Shout out to the plug yeah he blessed me
Smoking on eight grams so i feel like Neji
(Eight Trigrams!)
Smokin' rock like Toph
He get smoked like some gas if a n***a try to test me
Big bro really got a rocket out the Chevy
And he taught me how to trap it on a iPhone
I hang with n***as that keep it on the down low
Bill Nye this a sniper rifle not a telescope
I might pull up with a gun and Imma let it go
(Two hoes on me)
(Two hoes on me)
Bitch wanna blow i got snow on me
Why the fuck they tryna talk I got a pole on me
Pull up to the spot wit' your hoe on me
I got one on me it’s a 223