[Intro]
(One and only)
(ZaySkillz)

[Verse 1: sgpwes]
I keep the stick on me at all times
N***a talk stupid, get hit with the nine
I told that lil' bitch to stop all that cryin'
That bitch she know that she bad, and she fine
That n***a broke, he don't wanna deny it
I cut these bitches, I don't wait in line
Reload the pistol, it go in your eye
She wanna fuck on the kid, 'cause I'm fire
Went to the store and I copped me some fire
My nina hits bitches, I think that it's bi
I fuck on your bitch, yeah, I'm breakin' her spine
I be tellin' the truth, yeah, she think I'm a lie
I get the money, I get it a lot
I get the coupe and I swerve off the lot
That n***a stupid, I call him a bot
She wanna fuck me, I know she a bot
I will not cuff her, I know she a gnat
If he talk stupid, get smoked like all black
Don't like the weed, but I fuck with the crack
Send me your song, and it go in the trash
These n***as dissin' on me, they all sad
He said he better than me, he gone mad
I hate my life, yeah I think I'ma crash
[Chorus: sgpwes]
I get the bag, then I flip it, mhm
That's your lil' hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
Got a white hoe, her name Tiffany, mhm
I feel like DAMI, Epiphany, mhm
Why the fuck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
I can't believe that she hit me, mhm
Kicked this hoe out of my city, mhm
"That n***a broke", I'm like "Really?", mhm

[Verse 2: Slump6s]
(Woah)
Go for a lick then I'm baggin' ya bitch
I'm finna run up a rack in this bitch
Glock on me, finna attack in this bitch
And no, I ain't talkin bout Titan
I get the chop' n***a, I ain't a fighter
Hit that lil' boy up the second we sight em'
Chop' really singing like it's a recital (Yeah)
He talkin' down, he get hit wit that fye-fye
I got your bitch suckin' dick in the drop top
We cut that boy right in half like a crop top
I'm makin' money and you makin' nada
He said I'm broke and I told that boy "Nah, nah"
That n***a hatin', his pockets is flat
Not talking football, I run up a sack
Wouldn't wanna BIA man, shout out to Zack
She wanna know how much money I make and I told her "It's none of your business" (Mhm)
That n***a was talking tough on the 'Gram then we turned his whole hood to a witness (Mhm)
I call up Johnny to ice out the chain and he made my whole neck really glisten (Mhm)
I know the opps watching every move so I need you to come here and listen (Mhm)
Diamonds so wet like I jumped out the lake
Run up on me then you twistin' your fate
XD .45 finna knock off his face (Blatt)
Man you too loud, quiet down
Got a suppressor, we take out the sound
I got a shooter to take off your crown
My pockets fat, they like eight-hunnid pounds
But you ain't hear that from me though
Walk in the party, I ate that ho out like I'm eating a bag of Doritos
Talk out of line then we T'ing him up, then we shoot like a technical free throw
Been getting racks, man I've been countin' that green, no I ain't talkin about Cee-Lo
Hop in the whip and I'm pushing a button man none of my whips got a key though
[Interlude: Slump6s]
I mix the Wock' with the Tris (Mhm)
She tried to give me a kiss (Ugh)
That bitch, she making me sick (Mhm)
Got VVS on my wrist (Okay, mhm, wrist)
Hop in the coupe and I push it (Rrrr)
Her booty feel like a cushion (Rrrrr)
In the cut smokin' on cookie (Mhm)
I'm shootin' shit, I ain't looking

[Chorus: sgpwes]
I get the bag, then I flip it, mhm
That's your lil' hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
Got a white hoe, her name Tiffany, mhm
I feel like DAMI, Epiphany, mhm
Why the fuck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
I can't believe that she hit me, mhm
Kicked this hoe out of my city, mhm
"That n***a broke", I'm like "Really?", mhm (Slatt)