[Intro]
(That's them)

[Chorus]
Haha (That's them)
Yeah, she on my back, but I can't go
Yeah, I jus been countin' these rolls
Yeah, that ho do what I say so
Yeah, young n***a, keep the pole
I do not give a fuck about these hoes
Yeah, talkin' down on the gang (Boy, fuck you, n***a)
That n***a finna see these bullet holes (Fuck you, n***a)
I spent ten bands on some clothes (On some clothes)
You spent ten bands on yo' ho
That boy diss me, well he bold
That boy diss me, what the fuck?
Yeah, got the bands in the truck
Not even 15, I'm makin' bucks
That hoe, she miss me, get the fuck
He wanna kill me, try yo' luck

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, that white ho love me like Starbucks
He not goin' up, so he wanna fuss
All these lame n***as, can't trust
Tell that ho get up, I'm finna- (Yeah)
Yeah that ho, she ran through, like a bus
Damn, ain't a n***a I can trust, oh
I don't sip on the Tuss'
Yeah, she want love, but it lust
[Chorus]
Haha
Yeah, she on my back, but I can't go
Yeah, I jus been countin' these rolls
Yeah, that ho do what I say so
Yeah, young n***a, keep the pole
I do not give a fuck about these hoes
Yeah, talkin' down on the gang (Boy, fuck you, n***a)
That n***a finna see these bullet holes (Fuck you, n***a)
I spent ten bands on some clothes (On some clothes)
You spent ten bands on yo' ho
That boy diss me, well he bold
That boy diss me, what the fuck?
Yeah, got the bands in the truck
Not even 15, I'm makin' bucks
That hoe, she miss me, get the fuck
He wanna kill me, try yo' luck (Haha)