[Chorus]
Yeah, how you like that?
Flew the bitch out and now she on a flight back
I sent you a message, you ain't even write back
God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back
I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back
I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack
We live from Hollywood, baby, how you gon' act?
She said, "You too hood", tell me how you love that

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I was a ghetto trapper, now I'm livin' larger
I moved out LA and I turned into a Dodger
Your bitch keep callin' mе, yeah, I had to stall her
Bitch, I'm a baller, rеal shot caller
Cuban links, what the fuck you think, girl?
Winter time comin', I'm gon' buy you minks, girl
Fuck your dream, girl, I live in your dream world
I'm not a loud n***a, I won't make a scene, girl
They want my head gone, that's why I move so militant
I put my hood on, and n***as wan' be Zimmerman
Bitch I'm a gangsta, not a law-abidin' citizen
I could kill a wangster with a hunnid fuckin' Benjamins

[Chorus]
Yeah, how you like that?
Flew the bitch out and now she on a flight back
I sent you a message, you ain't even write back
God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back
I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back
I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack
We live from Hollywood, baby, how you gon' act?
She said, "You too hood", tell me how you love that
[Verse 2]
Yeah, the perfect endin'
Sorry God, I know we sinnin'
She just pretendin', she love you but she know we winnin'
I got racks, a whole lot, yeah, like fuckin' tennis
Ugly shooters, I call 'em my fuckin' Gremlins
My ex-girl told me, "I can't never give no ho my heart"
If I say I love you, then don't ever let that tear apart
Ain't got no friends, I lost most of 'em in the dark
Go ask the trenches, they say, "Jefe got that shit on lock"
Who's realer? Baby, tell me, who's iller?
Different type of n***a, I'm makin' different type of figures
I'm hesitant to kick it but I'm quick to pull the trigger
Fuck you 'round the villa, take the PJ to Anguilla

[Chorus]
Yeah, how you like that?
Flew the bitch out and now she on a flight back
I sent you a message, you ain't even write back
God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back
I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back
I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack
We live from Hollywood, baby, how you gon' act?
She said, "You too hood", tell me how you love that, yeah