[Verse 1]
Bitches thinking shit sweet till I pull up with the pull up
She was talking on the internet the bitch ain't even pull up
I don’t got the time to argue with the bitch I rather I pull up
Worldwide glo up status I'm like quay with the cook up
Heard these birches selling out they need to worry bout they edges
It's a gangsta party posted in this bitch with Mac 11’s
Boss bitches hoes see me and they running out the exit
Can't be fucking weak n***as cause they say I'm too aggressive
Cuban, Cuban flexing I put thirty on my wrist now
Heard she got a hit so now she thinking she the shit now
Been killing shit I make basic hoes sit down
Bitches mad I signed my deal they hating that I'm lit now
Fuck a sneak dissing bitch you coming for me
Bitches need to boss up I heard they fucking for free
And these n***as broke ass they don't get nothing from me
I swear that all these hoes thirsty they be running for D

[Hook]
Ooh
3,2,1 I'm going live on the gram
Ooh
Pull up on a bitch and beat her live on the gram
I ain't saying to much bitches knowing how I am
These n***as doing too much shit I might just call a pound
3,2,1 I'm going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
[Verse 2]
Broke bitch, you on some hoe shit
Speaking on my name but she don’t know shit
If I catch you lacking then I'm beating your ass
I’m talking left, right hook, hit her ass with a jab
Jump in the jag, two hundred my dash
Diamonds got clarity, B.S no flash
Bitches be mad, imma handle my class
Top 3 where I'm from bitch I'm showing my ass

[Hook]
3,2,1 I'm going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram