[Intro]
Why they mad?
Why they mad? tryna peep my tag
Why the mad? Louis V the bag
Why the mad? know I keep em gats
Yeah yeah yeah

[Hook]
Easter pink, young n***a totin' tags like a ref
Hope your baby daddy hate me tell him watch where he step
Switchin' lanes I'm makin' moves, n***a plot me what I do
With my gang, n***a fuck your crew, with my gang, n***a fuck your ooh

[Verse]
Yellow babe, whip that dope like aye
Why these n***as hate? out here flippin' Stacey
Bitch I'm out here fippin' Stacey
All these n***as never fade me
Got that 40 never lazy
Case a n***a wanna chain me
Ooh, bitch it's true for Jimmy Choos
Ooh, hop inside my coupe
Ooh, out the ass with my racks
Servin' bricks, shoot the free throw out the shack, cock it pack
Conceal my heat like pat
O riley with my tools, n***a please don't hit my jack
In the trap magic jack, cause these junkies I know that
Tell your bitch eat a dick, cause she think I'm cuttin' slack yeah
Damn these n***as actin' foul for these hoes
If margiela cocaine white, I got a foul ass nose
Yeah, your bitch she give me top, that's some foul ass blow
Yeah, your bitch she give me top, that's some foul ass blow
Finesse finessers, smoke a blunt to ease my stresses
Learn by ounces how we measure, guess alot like Hellen Keller
Bitches tough listenin' to Ellen, but 2pac is what we sellin'
Peep your door, convicted felon, got 'em shows that's why you jealous

[Hook]
Easter pink, young n***a totin' tags like a ref
Hope your baby daddy hate me tell him watch where he step
Switchin' lanes I'm makin' moves, n***a plot me what I do
With my gang, n***a fuck your crew, with my gang, n***a fuck your ooh