[Intro]
(I've never even been to Saks! I've never been to-)

[Verse]
I might just pop yo ass for no reason
That boy [?], that's treason
She put me on her schedule, let me squeeze in
Push start the whip, I ain't puttin' no keys in
White bitch cookin' for me with no seasonin'
Sho-Shout out my white plug, shout out to Steven
Thick bad bih', I think she Polynesian
Her pussy too tight, so I just had to ease in
Get out the house and get bread, I'm on top of that
Just focus on me, I don't care what the others say
Step on [?], these bitches be trippin'
Make him disabled, that fuck n***a crippin'
I'm havin' these hoes, but I don't be pimpin'
Young n***a tryna trap, I don't go out to Miami
I'll never give my chance up like I'm Trill Sammy
Had to get me a Glock 'cause that bih come in handy
Finna customize, make that bih nice and dandy
Need a bad bih who gon' cook for me like Ramsey
Ain't shit sweet, n***a, ain't shit really funny
I ain't finna ask for it, just gimme yo money
She on my dick and she go hard like a rabbit
N***a cried for his shit back, here, you can have it
I'm a good dude, n***a, I got a gold heart
Why you double cross me when that shit can get dark?
I love my Glock, me and her can't be apart
Hit his stomach, done made that boy muthafuckin' fart
I just had my birthday, you can't call me a teen
Shorty opened her legs, I'ma lick on her bean
I'ma be up, I swear that this shit ain't a dream
I-I was stuck in that mix, told myself I'ma find a way
Can't fuck with no bitches, I swear they take time away
I ain't want the ho', just want to see what the hype about
You can shut yo mouth, n***a, or we can just fight it out
Bad bitches everywhere when I hit ATL
Grind every day, so I know I can never fail
This n***a be cap, like he Oscar from Shark Tale
Shorty gon' slurp me up like I'm a cocktail
I came from the trenches, I came up from nothin'
I eat up your punches, that shit wasn't nothin'
Cuz crazy, he huntin' for opps like a [?]
Sleep on the floor, where the fuck is my bed at?
You hit your first lick, oh, you feel like a bad boy
When she ain't like me, I turn to a sad boy
Gimme yo Glock, boy, you not s'posed to have toys
How you get that shit? N***a, I stole it
I like how yo Glock look, please let me hold it