[Chorus: Kemet Dank]
Pop it on a bitch, I'mma drop it on a bitch
Pick the belt up, get out of pocket on a bitch
She ain't bout a bag, all she do is smoke [?]
Hit a bag back, ain't no profit on a bitch
X2
Hit a cupcake and honey bun
They say tricks is for kids bitch but ends for the rich
I shine like the end of my wrist

[Verse: Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair]
Ay they say tricks is for what now?
Backwoods get bussed down
Baby out of pocket nothing could stop her but her dumb mouth
Tell me what you want that cadillac or beamer truck sound
Big presidents so she ride me topless with that roof down
She a superhuman goddess but she got problems gettin that truth out
Bitch done caught me ballin with her friend and knockеd my tooth out
775 area code i'm in your roof now
Crashed out in that suv but I wеnt and got that coup now
But hey lets take some acid and live life lavishly in toon town
Baby weave dem baskets she hunt and gather while I shoot cows
If I loose my sanity today girl what you gon do bout it
Russian cream so candy i might have to just smoke some boof out it
Her pussy doin backflips i might just have to get some use out it
Just lay up high all day and waste away for 1 or 2 hours
Look inside her face gon make make think that she wants true power