[Verse]
Glock on my hip when I ride I might slide by
Don't give a fuck about a kid we doing drive by's
Connected with your bitch like my name was lil' Wifi
Now I'm on her TV so she call me lil' sci-fi
Push up in that Benz all black with the blue tint
He don't got a plan so I mapped up with the blueprint
I'm fucking any bitch yeah a n***a could get used to this
A thousand on some jeans yeah a n***a with the foolish shit
I ain't fuck with jail cause the shit was hella' cold
I can't stand a fuckin' snitch I'ma beat whoever told
Told my ex I was over her, I ain't fucking you no more
And she acting kinda bold now she front seat at the shows
Blueberry, cherry, raspberry, smoothie be the seats
Candy paint, canary yellow, if a n***a want the heat
I really ain't shaking hands what your friendship do to me
If a n***a want some smoke, then we pop him like some grease
Counting bands on a n***a cause lil' Candy bout his cheese
I'll drench your whole team so they call me lemon squeeze
Give a fuck about the cops, OCA about they bread
We'll leave a n***a dead if he talking to the feds
If you wake up in the morning and you feeling kinda fresh
Just play this fucking song and I bet you'll count some bread
Fuck that bitch on twitter she ain't really doing shit
She ain't really counting up cause she steady on my dick
(Aye)