[Intro]
Damn, Kartier, you killed this one
Squad
Yeah

[Verse]
[?] on me like napalm
And I'm on the way there but she on the way down
And I'm finna stay now
I done slid on bitch with stick and I feel like her man, though
And there's not no man down
I'm in Boston like a Terrier for a dozen days now, costs a stack to stay here
Doing it day-to-day, yeah, like I got it planned out
I got bad bitch laying down
I got bitches, stomach flat, rocking Fashion Nova gown
Boy, that coupe is quick, you bet
I been pulling over less
Yellow bone from Bora Bora wanna do more
Boy, I make the bitch do chores
Wetter than the mopped floor
[?] got my money on her
And I got the bitch bored
Better do what I say or she gon' be a ex-whore
Pull up in that [?]
And it has to work without the keys or I'ma treat it less important
And I don't want nobody hitting me unless it's 'bout the guap, of course
Yeah, my bad habits really not that bad to me
I got 1,400 horses
Even though they only visible to me, you heard the noise
[Hook]
And I got the Glock, it's hot, the block, it's [?]
[?]
[?] Boston Market, now you know you're not
Na, na-na, na, na-na, na, na
And I got the Glock, it's hot, the block, it's [?]
[?]
[?] Boston Market, now you know you're not
Na, na-na, na, na-na, na