[Intro]
Squat made the beat
Kaliii
Cut that shit up, man

[Chorus]
Talking like he want the box, I only want the nig (The nig)
Ran off on my trick, I turned a treat into a check (Grr)
Ho think I'm a threat, 'cause I just pulled her with my ass (Ah)
Glizzy in my hand, this pussy pop like killtech (Pop pop)

[Post-Chorus]
Quick to pop, let him hit it raw
You fucking with a star, he the plug, I like my n***a thug
He fucking Gucci socks
Getting thick, I never penny pinched
Boy I got fetty gwop
Stupid top, Birken 40 Glock
Bitches, you a opp?

[Verse 1]
Bitches wack, you can have him back
Don't get too attached
Window shopping, all I finna sack
Why you ain't spend no racks?
That's embarrassing, that's how y'all get down, new bitch, ain't no comparison
You know to put me in same regions, he got you [?]
Hah, hah hah hah, I lovе to laugh at bitches
Call herself snеak dissing, face to face, that ho went missing (Where she at?)
Ho just started rapping, she only fucking on who listen
I done gave a n***a disses, now my ass is reminiscing
[Chorus]
Talking like he want the box, I only want the nig (The nig)
Ran off on my trick, I turned a treat into a check (Grr)
Ho think I'm a threat, 'cause I just pulled her with my ass (Ah)
Glizzy in my hand, this pussy pop like killtech (Pop pop)

[Post-Chorus]
Quick to pop, let him hit it raw
You fucking with a star, he the plug, I like my n***a thug
He fucking Gucci socks
Getting thick, I never penny pinched
Boy I got fetty gwop
Stupid top, Birken 40 Glock
Bitches, you a opp

[Verse 2]
He say he bet outside, why we don't know your block? (Won't know your shit)
All that laying up and [?] plottin', that's just pillow talk (Pillow talk)
How I peep that you ain't like that, you just talk a lot (Pussy)
Why you talking 'bout your shoe size? You can't hit the spot (Can't uh, uh)
You on the internet, fight back
N***as can't get no type back
I ain't the type to like that
You must have forgot I'm like that
This shit be easy peezy
I'm his world, but do him sleezy
Drive him crazy, keep me easy
But really, all my n***as need me, believe me
[Chorus]
Talking like he want the box, I only want the nig (The nig)
Ran off on my trick, I turned a treat into a check (Grr)
Ho think I'm a threat, 'cause I just pulled her with my ass (Ah)
Glizzy in my hand, this pussy pop like killtech (Pop pop)

[Post-Chorus]
Quick to pop, let him hit it raw
You fucking wit' a star, he the plug, I like my n***a thug
He fucking Gucci socks
Getting thick, I never penny pinched
Boy I got fetty gwop
Stupid top, Birken 40 Glock
Bitch, is you a opp?