[Intro: BabySantana]
I don't think I understand
Mm-mm, yeah
Ayy, yeah, what, yeah
Stop playin' with me and lil Louis, man, they got the fire, hahaha
Holy shit, man
[?]
[?] Backwood vacation
Backwood [?] to the face
I'm not one of these little boys, I'll really kill one of y'all n***as, man

[Verse 1: BabySantana]
I had to get off the leash
I had to block her and then go delete
Me and Louis used to sleep in the street
Smoke gas, go to sleep, and repeat
Hit her raw and then I don't clean the sheets
Hit her, kick her out, and then go to sleep
Boy, gon' cop some money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off the leash and then go
So many times I could've killed yo' bro
So many times I could have smoked his pack
So many times yo' girl was rubbin' my back
So many times I could've stole yo' pack
Called up lil Majins told him, "Send me a pack"
I kept it real cause I can't fold on my slatt
You kept it fake, I heard you told and you rat, gang
[Verse 2]
-I had to get off the leash
He ran up on me now that boy deceased
I just want the money
I just want the [?]
Gang
Gang
I think I’m in love my 4
I put a 4 all on my [?]
Don’t want your shawty she is a free roder
222 bullets don’t change your composer
Money Man
Money Man
Yeah that me
Keep a [?] stick and it stay with me
F*ck a hellcat give me SRT
I got yo shawty she wanna ride me
Feel like Saweetie cause I know I’m too icey
Ice colder than a brain freeze
Bad shawty and she on her knees
Why these b*tches keep talking to me god damn!

[Verse 3]
-Yuh
I had to spin so relax
If it wasn't for me y'all n***as in a pack
Gotta cover our tracks
I ain't never lack
I ain't never slack,(Yuh)
And that's a fact,(And that's a fact)
Got yo hoe whipping in the kitchen
Verse after verse I ain't never missing
I know them hating n*ggas always wishing
My downfall ain't coming so n*gga stop b*tching
N*ggas love dickriding I know they love that feeling
My flow so organic that n*gga wanna steal it
Uh
Yo b*tch she want me
She wanna suck me
But I gotta nice ass girl so tell that b*tch relax