[Intro]
Gllt, gang

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
I don't do shows, I'm really like that
I got a pole, why the fuck would I fight back?
Ya n***as on dick, go invest in a grip
If I send that shot, better hope I don't miss
Ryan is pussy, your mother a bitch
Your bitch on my dick and she suckin' my kids
Chad in the back and he loadin' the clip
I don't want your feelin's, I just want the six
If he dissin' the gang, I'ma throw it like Manny
Josh can't fight, but he punch like Manny
Your bitch on my dick, why she hatin' our friends for?
Four deep in the V and I'm grippin' that cannon
Fuck that, if I send a shot, better duck that
Finger itchin', I'm feenin', clutch that bitch
TaTa feenin' to up that .6, look
My bitch jackin' 4, but she throwin' the force of my dick in her throat
I cannot lack with this Glock on my hip
If he dissin' the gang, we gon' shoot through his coat
Fuck that, if I send a shot, better duck that
Finger itchin', I'm feenin', clutch that bitch
I'm on the block with a Glock for them opps
Sav'O feenin' to up that sitch
(Kayla feenin' to suck that dick, gang)
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Carter
I ain't Edot, she callin' me baby
Keep a chopper like we in the Navy
N***as pussy, it's fuck a discussion
We pull up, he runnin', they turn into ladies
Keep it on me, don't talk to me crazy
Get revenge just by takin' your lady
Can't get they bread up 'cause n***as is lazy
Get they bread up 'cause n***as is lazy
It's a difference with dissin' and subbin'
These n***as ain't dumb, so they know where [?]
How you say you submission, but don't got a gun
We gon' hop out the V, we surprisin' 'em
And I'm all on they mind like a fitted
My n***as is with it and nothin' is stoppin' em
They like, ''Jenn you be shittin' and you gotta chill
'cause you just turned eighteen, you a problem''

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
He said Chad in the back and you loadin' the clip
N***as is pussy, ya aren't on shit
N***as just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
How you callin' me broke, but your mother need help?
And you flexin' this bread when she can't get a win
And I don't do the shows, I just worry 'bout bread
I just stay on my head and I don't politic
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
These n***as is drid 'cause I'm fuckin' they bitch
So, they talkin' 'bout me in they P4 party
How I can't give her kids and she still on my dick?
And y'all under her pics, so like she is a Barbie
If we sendin' shots, better duck that
Post a flick on the 'Book and you n***as still rush that
If we see him, he gon' brake like a Kit Kat
Throwin' subs on the net, but I'm not for the chit-chat
Every time that these n***as be flexin' they bread
They should say that it's comin' for memories
How you callin' me broke, but you wear the same Fleece
Every picture, how long 'til she get to me
N***as claim that they hate me, but under my pic'
I ain't dumb, I still know you my enemy
He said Chad in the back and you loadin' the clip
N***as is pussy, ya aren't on shit
N***as just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
N***as stay in my business, they all in my shit
'Bout a bitch, who was askin' to come to my crib
You bitches is pussy, stop duckin' my [?]
She called you a bitch and start coppin' a plea
And they gettin' equipped, postin' knockies on snap
All like, don't fuck around and they think they legit
[Verse 4: Mo Kartii]
They thought I was playin', fuck that (Fuck that)
Yeah, get to that guap, rush that (Rush that)
Your bitch on my dick, suck that (Suck that)
With a Glock on my hip, clutch that (Baow, baow)
These n***as be gay, bun that (Bun that)
All day with a grip, tuck that (Rrah)
We send them shots, chuck that (Rrah)
Lil' bitch. only ballin', clutch that (Baow, baow)
Your bitch in the spot, we gon' bend with a box
Big bitch and I'm beatin' her box
But, fuck at ya n***as man, fuck all the opps (Fuck 'em)
Call up gang and they gettin' our drops
Stackin' the bread, we gon' get all the backends (Bread)
It's a opp in the spot, stop lackin'
Put in the box like a n***a is packin'
Free the gang the shit that I'm jackin'
Mo Kartii so great, yeah I did it again (Kartii)
If you come me, then bring me your friends
We callin' him Ben 'cause we sendin' him ten (Baow)
Get a strap and I'm feelin' like Jenn
Hope that you listenin', go grab a pen
'Cause I told you I did it again
She said that she wifey, but bitch it depends
Our relationship came to the end
I got a bag, breesha, big on the legs, treesha, like
We bringin' Thersea, Felicia, don't forget Keisha, like
If she whack then that bitch gotta go
If she lit then she drivin' the boat
Two-three shots, yeah, I'm ready to blow (Ready to baow)
There's an audience, put on a show (Hol' on)
You get a check that you spend on a hoe
Fuck that lil' bitch, you a joke
I got a check and I'm always on go
Watch how I'ma spin with the bros
I said you get a check that you spend on a hoe
Fuck that lil' bitch, you a joke
I get a check and I'm always on go
Watch how I'ma spin with the bros
Since n***as tuggin' my t-shirts
Come to my block, he get put in a t-shirt
You a loser, sit in a bleacher
You all on my dick and they ask for a feature
I'm always on go, don't need ya
Fuckin' your mother then run up her VISA
I'm always on go, don't need ya
Fuckin' your mother then run up her VISA (Gang)

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
He said Chad in the back and you loadin' the clip
N***as is pussy, ya aren't on shit
N***as just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
How you callin' me broke, but your mother need help?
And you flexin' this bread when she can't get a win
And I don't do the shows, I just worry 'bout bread
I just stay on my head and I don't politic