[Intro]
(Babe, wake up, Duwap posted)

[Verse]
I be wit' the thugs
Yes, I’m doin' drugs
Your bitch ass could get a slug
Yes, my cup is filled up
Yes, my cup is filled up
Yeah, I think I got a deal
Yeah, I got her like [?]
Think you better move right 'fore yo bitch ass get fucked up
Goin’ up Tuesday night, goin' up in the club
If I ain't had this designer shawty probably woulda ducked
Woulda fucked yo bitch ass, man, she prolly wit' a thug
I'm highly off these drugs
'Member I was a bum
Man, I ain't have a crumb
And you ain't have a clue what the fuck I went through
N***a, how I went dumb
Bitch, I’m from the slums
You sleep on me, stay slump, yeah
K wit’ a pump, yеah
Put you in a trunk, yeah
I'm in her camera roll so shе put me in a dump, yeah
I just wanna love you, let you hold my forty
At the shootin’ range, babygirl, you could record me
Got me a bankroll, gave some to the bros
And you fuckin' wit' them other ho's
[?]
Yeah, baby, I throw up the fours
Took the tag off yo clothes
Ridin’ 'round, wit' a fuckin' snub nose
Bitch, I'm Mr. Sell Out Shows
My n***a trapped in wit' the bowls
Trap hard, throw his ass an elbow
She never seen this shit before
She shakin' ass, she know how to get low
I fell in love wit' her soul
Not a stripper but I stay wit' a pole
Facebook, she tryna get poked
Gon' get popped, keep bein' a troll