[Chorus]
She say I'm a keeper, and I get money
Run to them bands like a cheetah
Mamma had talk to me, told me how to treat her
Imma bad cheater, she gave me stripes like Adidas
N***as think he big tough, poppin' for them people
How they want to pull up, but these n***as ain't seein' us
Hoppin out on feet, yeah we doin nothin' but walk-ups
Sticks when we creep, yeah we push up we gon' chop ya

[Verse 1]
Sticks, sticks, whole lotta sticks (HoodBaby)
Ha, you a spa bitch so we send a real blitz
Cause he ain't thinkin' wit his head, he thinkin' wit his dick
Then once he see them green beams then its over bitch
HaHa Bitch
I don't talk he a rat, wired with a bug
I be geeked out in the club on so many drugs
On and off dead blades, yeah we thrown' dubs
And my mamma like bitches she want the baddest one
Yeah she living' life like her fuckin' son
Nineteen years old I copped the Panamera GTS

[Chorus]
She say I'm a keeper, and I get money
Run to them bands like a cheetah
Mamma had talk to me, told me how to treat her
Imma bad cheater, she gave me stripes like Adidas
N***as think he big tough, poppin' for them people
How they want to pull up, but these n***as ain't seein' us
Hoppin out on feet, yeah we doin nothin' but walk-ups
Sticks when we creep, yeah we push up we gon' chop ya
[Verse 2]
Tell me pull up, ain't no question imma pull up
Tell me smoke, ain't no question bet you breathe us
Spend a lot of cash I got a shoe rush
Spend a lot of racks I copped a new toy
For the gang AP wrist switchin' lane
Lil' boy-boy yeah you lame and you cannot be the gang
Yes sir I'm a rapper snatchin' chains ain't playin' that game
Cause if a n***a play his grandma gon' have him in the frame
Yeah I'm grandson, what's up grand duke, now ransom
I'm holding your grand, who gon pay some, you or you
Man I show late like its Thanksgiving (ooh)

[Chorus]
She say I'm a keeper, and I get money
Run to them bands like a cheetah
Mamma had talk to me, told me how to treat her
Imma bad cheater, she gave me stripes like Adidas
N***as think he big tough, poppin' for them people
How they want to pull up, but these n***as ain't seein' us
Hoppin out on feet, yeah we doin nothin' but walk-ups
Sticks when we creep, yeah we push up we gon' chop ya