VERSE: (Summrs)
"i feel like blowing a bag on you
Put some guap on yo head n-- whatchu gon do
Big Glock on me might blow that achoo
Said i got a lot of racks lil baby that's true
Heard you talking that shit ima blow it on you
I'm in the trap house yeah don't got no room
High off the perc higher than a witch with a broom
Come in like that i'm sorting the loot
She just want everything in my damn pocket
Man i swear that these bitches be so out of pocket
G 23 on me blow like a rocket
I'm in the head kick shift with them rockets
Get fresher everyday with no stylist
Ima fuck this bitch yeah ain't no option
Anything you want you know i cop it
Get out my face lil ho just stop it
Blame it on the trending topic
Fuckin that ho she work at follies
Hittin my face grindin im sorry
5 star restaurant eatin calamari
I got the velour straight from bari
Cut her off she too retarded

VERSE:(hoepless)
"two bars
We be smokin on that gas and we go up to mars
Yeah we hop up in the scat but we ain't goin far
And we gon sip up on that lean and we don't go to bars
Foreign bitches foreign clothes and even foreign cars
But i don't need that bitch i toss her out cause im a star
Smoke in the scat
Run up on me and im pullin the gat
Run up inside of the mall
We gonna ball
I'm gonna pull out the stacks
Take 2 pills and im sippin on jet
You is a pussy they call you a cat
Run up on me it's a permanent nap
Bury your body up under the grass
Two bands for the pair of shoes that i don't even wear
Walkin in public i'll prolly be stunting don't even care
Gucci all over my vest
This shit be rare
You be sayin you not impressed
But you stop and stare