[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him, yeah
I took that ho' outside, and told her, "Don't play with him"
Aye, bitches wan' hang with the gang, but no I can't hang with 'em, yeah
No, I don't fuck with these bitches, I swear that I hate bitches
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owen my jeans, Rick Owen my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I put that ho on the X, now she piped up, she getting piped down
Yeah, I put that ho' on that Oxy' and codeine, now that ho' geeked up
Yeah, I'm on some Oxy' and motherfuckin' codeine, lil' bitch, I'm geeked out
Yeah, Balenciaga boots so big, you can get stomped on, I- yeah
Hold on, hold up, yeah, I'm doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but I'm on my motherfuckin' grind, and I'm doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but if that lil' ho' fine, then I'll perform a trick for that bitch
I took her out on a date, took her straight to my room, hopped up in that bitch
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil' bitch
I'm shinin' 'cause I'm a vampire, you could get bit, lil' bitch, yeah
I'm ballin' like a motherfuckin' umpire, I put lean in the pitcher, uh, huh
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me, and y'all not touching my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him, yeah
I took that ho' outside, and told her, "Don't play with him"
Aye, bitches wan' hang with the gang, but no I can't hang with 'em, yeah
No, I don't fuck with these bitches, I swear that I hate bitches
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owen my jeans, Rick Owen my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high
Yuh