[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah, aight

[Chorus]
I done had a hundred bitches tell me that they love me (No cap)
Type of n***a cop a P and send it to Kentucky (Yeah)
Call me Dirty Harry, ask a n***a if he feelin' lucky 'fore I popped the n***a (Feelin' lucky, punk?)
N***as get to flexin' for the 'Gram, I'm like, "Stop it, n***a" (Yeah)
Franchise tag, T-Mac with the Rockets, n***a (Yeah)
I got times fifty what you got in your pockets, n***a
Richard Mille off the ice, I'm gon' clock a n***a (Yeah)
Call us UPS 'cause we nonstop boxin' n***as (No cap)

[Verse]
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no Tyson (Huh?)
Sixty rounds in the heater, cock back and get to bitin' (Go)
Got all my hoes еntangled, they can't talk about no wifin' (Go)
Bitch took my phone with my raps and my licеnse (Yeah)
So I wrote this on the spot, I don't care if you like it (Yeah)
Red beam on the Glock, I don't care 'bout no fighting (Nah)
Red beam on the Glock, it look like we playin' laser tag (Beam)
I'm the type to suit up on a n***a, Craig Sager bag (Yeah)
I just hit her for the free, you lame, so you pay her ass (Lame)
You kissin' up to her, I'm the n***a that make her mad, yeah (Huh?)
And that's all facts
I just hit this white chick, it was all back
I been having hoes since Amanda was on All That (Yeah)
Yeah, she said she done, guarantee she gon' crawl back (I'm tellin' you)
Claimin' that she love me, but I seen her on dog Snap (Huh?)
Yeah, I'm in all black (What?), like the night shift
She a six with a fatty, then I might hit (Uh-huh)
Say my name, I appear way faster than your light switch (No cap)
She said, "All you tryna do is fuck me, MB," I'm like, "Type shit" (Uh)
Extendo hangin' out the, uh, like a night stick (Yeah)
Balenci' mannequin, huh, bitch, I need the payment (Huh?)
Ain't nobody dissing on the gang, leave 'em in the pavement (In the ground)
I done came through with big racks, chillin' in a spaceship (Yeah)
Drac' knocked him out his shoes, that's why they call it K-Swiss (K-Swiss)
Get to blackin' out, I saw an opp, let the K switch
Pourin' deuces in the styrofoam, no, we ain't basic (Nah)
Reggie Miller to the opps, if I catch 'em, then I can't miss
Got a pound of that white in the North, feel like Saint Nick (Damn)
[Interlude]
RTB, yeah
Alright, yeah
Let this bitch breathe
What I said? Huh?

[Chorus]
I done had a hundred bitches tell me that they love me (Yeah)
Type of n***a cop a P and send it to Kentucky (Yeah)
Call me Dirty Harry, ask a n***a if he feelin' lucky 'fore I popped the n***a (Feelin' lucky, punk?)
N***as get to flexin' for the 'Gram, I'm like, "Stop it, n***a" (Man, come on)
Franchise tag, T-Mac with the Rockets, n***a (Yeah)
I got times fifty what you got in your pockets, n***a (Huh?)
Richard Mille off the ice, I'm gon' clock a n***a (Huh?)
Call us UPS 'cause we nonstop boxin' n***as (RTB)

[Outro]
Gang, yeah