[Intro: Heembeezy]
Yeah, yeah, bitch
Turn me up
Yeah
N***a, yeah

[Chorus: Heembeezy]
Let's be real, n***a, I'm too legit, all my bitches ain't average
Never lackin', it's me and my dog, two Glocks up in traffic
Yeah, my bitch trippin' on my bitch, all y'all hoes could add me
Think she stupid, I don't even got no kids, she callin' me daddy
Yeah, I'm in the club with all of my thugs, pockets full of dubs
Bitch ain't wanna fuck when I was broke, now she beggin' for hugs
Sorry, boo, I forgot to text you, but it's all love
If I ain't answer I was gettin' money or high off of drugs

[Verse 1: Heembeezy]
Yeah, she wanna fuck me off the Percocet, she fuck with Pеrky sex
My bitch bad, she look like Rihanna, I want hеr for dinner
Yeah, that's my bad, I had left the Trojan, I left it up in her
And got a bag, she ain't used to it, so I had to hustle in it
Yeah, I can't go outside without my nina
I could never be trippin' off no bitch, dog, you can keep her
Nah, n***a, I don't need her
Yeah, let her put my chain on
That pussy make a n***a wanna go put a ring on it
Bitch tat my name on her
[Chorus: Heembeezy]
Let's be real, n***a, I'm too legit, all my bitches ain't average
Never lackin', it's me and my dog, two Glocks up in traffic
Yeah, my bitch trippin' on my bitch, all y'all hoes could add me
Think she stupid, I don't even got no kids, she callin' me daddy

[Verse 2: Wizz Havinn]
N***a play before the club, we just gon' clear the parking lot (We gon' clear the parking lot)
Pull up wide-body kit and takin' up two parking spots (Uh)
Cap-ass n***a just talk a lot (Talk a lot), say he street, I know he not (Know he not)
Reach for this, he know he shot (Baow, baow), n***a be workin' with the cops (Uh)
We be surfin' on the blocks (Yeah), puttin' work in on the pot (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, catch a play, then I'm out (I'm out), I be where n***as is not (They not)
I can eyeball that shit, I ain't gotta use no clock (I don't need it)
Two-tone Carti' on my wrist and this bitch got stupid rocks (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Heembeezy]
Let's be real, n***a, I'm too legit, all my bitches ain't average
Never lackin', it's me and my dog, two Glocks up in traffic
Yeah, my bitch trippin' on my bitch, all y'all hoes could add me
Think she stupid, I don't even got no kids, she callin' me daddy
Yeah, I'm in the club with all of my thugs, pockets full of dubs
Bitch ain't wanna fuck when I was broke, now she beggin' for hugs
Sorry, boo, I forgot to text you, but it's all love
If I ain't answer I was gettin' money or high off of drugs