[Intro]
(Stove heat this up)

[Verse]
My bitch too bad, my car too fast
Nah bitch my life too fast, but I like too fast
Fuck it, we got get this cash
We gon' get this bag
N***a don't you run up on me
I'm gon' grip this mag
Put some money on yo' head have you lookin' like a tiki, n***a
Off codeine cups got me sleepy n***a
Hi-Tec fuckin' up the Yeezys n***a
I be done popped a n***a out his Tsubis
Fuck 'round pop a n***a with this n***a Uzi
Fuck 'round rob a n***a with this groupie
N***a thought he was gon' get some coochie
I'll fix some shit with this tooly
Semi-automatic, no fully
But it still pick n***as up it's a bully
N***a creep on me, I caught 'em red handed, but blew in his face
Walk off lift up my hoodie
I'm done with these n***as, they really is pussy
Gettin' brеad, but they really cookie
Gеt some head from the bitch and then book it
I told her it's over, she misunderstood me
She came over the same night
I got head from the bitch, but I told her she can't bite
'Cause she said my dick taste nice
She just suck it, ain't no conversation it break ice
When you say my name, say it twice
Give a fuck how we left off, bitch better say it right
I chase the bank, I can't chase you I ain't the type
Strap with a switch like a alien tote it
Large ass whip like a Martian - rode it
Hollow tips spread leave you wide - open
Ain't no hold up my shit fully loaded
Sicker than covid, D-E on me like - coded
Red blue and green don't get color - coded
Extended mag like a Louie bag I fucking tote it
And I got a 19 like Covid too
I'll brush you off my shoulders too
Why you so sick, yo' ho over you?
Bitch don't do shit, but what she told to do
Don't know what she spit on more my dick or my shoes
But she clean 'em both, she the truth
Tell the truth I don't like none of these n***as
Y'all really just me to tell y'all I do, but I can't
Just like I'm posed to been stopped sipping this drank, n***a I can't
My n***as telling me "Yac you the one, stop biting yo' tongue"
I'm like n***a I ain't
I don't chat with these broke muhfuckas, I laugh to the bank
He ain't did shit for you n***a that ain't yo' gang
You lil' n***as just run around acting the same
[Chorus]
I don't sell no clothes, I just put tags up on these bodies
Bitch look at my clothes, you think I gotta rob somebody?
Bitch I'm smoking on biscotti
This shit loud like a Ducati
She said "What's that in the back?"
I said get back bitch, that's a shotty
I don't sell no clothes, I just put tags up on these bodies
Bitch look at my clothes, you think I gotta rob somebody?
Bitch I'm smoking on biscotti
This shit loud like a Ducati
She said "What's that in the back?"
I said get back bitch it's some bodies