[Intro]
Bitch I got my .30
You won't do none
N***as hatin' on me
I do this shit for fun
Up this .45, bitch ass boy
You better not run
That bitch tried to set me up
I'm like baby-girl, you done
(Ivysaur)
(Zaytona luh'—)

[Chorus]
These n***as so weird to me (Luh' bitch)
These n***as ass so fake to me
Tryna figure out why these n***as hate me
Tryna figure why yo bitch on me
Pull out my Glock, you can get beat
Please don't ever, ever, play me
I'm not that n***a everyday, you see

[Post-Chorus]
I'm a one on one n***a
Tryna get my racks bigger
I think they mad, they wanna be us
Gotta pay that ticket to meet us
They be my sons, my fetus
All of these n***as, they leachers
[Verse]
[?], yeah, I keep on makin it
You ain't givin that Benz up
Then you know that we gon' take the shit
I was like "I couldn't find a way"
I fucked around and made the shit
We got Glocks and chops
In case that lil' boy on some hatin' shit
Bitch I got my .30
You won't do none
N***as hatin' on me
I do this shit for fun
Up this .45, bitch ass boy
You better not run
That bitch tried to set me up
I'm like baby-girl, you done (Ivysaur)

[Chorus]
These n***as so weird to me
These n***as ass so fake to me
Tryna figure out why these n***as hate me
Tryna figure why yo bitch on me
Pull out my Glock, you can get beat
Please don't ever, ever, play me
I'm not that n***a everyday, you see
[Post-Chorus]
I'm a one on one n***a
Tryna get my racks bigger
I think they mad, they wanna be us
Gotta pay that ticket to meet us
They be my sons, my fetus
All of these n***as, they leachers