[Verse]
Yeah, my hair fucked up but my fit (Aye)
And my bitch, Prada real but her tits fake
And I can't fuck wit' you if you bitch made
[?] but I think I'm finna faint
And I can't even stand how I fuckin' look
Know a couple boys that rob, you know a couple crooks
And I do read you like a fuckin' book
[?] restaurant, come here, you gettin' fuckin' cooked
Come [?], I'm on my max shit (Max shit)
I'm wit' two hoes and my n***a Mack, bitch
And my n***a st47ic told them, "Mack, bitch"
Yeah, told my n***a st47ic 'cause his strap, eh, eh
Lights, camera, action
I'ma up and Choppa get to clappin'