[Intro]
(Low the Great)
(IsThatTrey)

[Verse]
We can run a one-on-one or you can box the 40
I ain't tryna be rappin' 'til I'm forty
I can tell she was broke 'cause she argued poorly
Boy, that is not no condo, it's just three stories
On a date with a bum, man, I feel like Dorothy
Hmm, 'cause I wanna go home
I can feel the G6 flowin' through my bones
I know words'll never hurt you, so I throw stones
They want some smoke, know where to find me, I'm home alone
Hmm
Pretty bitch, nickname my pussy Welch's
Out in Boston, tryna fuck on one them Celtics
I need a n***a like Franklin, not like Elvis
I might get a n***a spanked if hе kiss and tell
I had P's and EDs waiting by the mail
Ain't have to do nothing, thеse pills gon' sell theyself
Ain't fuckin' no more scammers, my tricks got wealth
Put me on a jet, put me in a Birk'
Put me on some X, make their pockets hurt
Wanna see me out them pants, double-C my skirt
Put that sack in an ankle lock just like Kurt
He ain't know what he was doin', I did not squirt
I could run this n***a pockets, he high off Percs
I could get a weak bitch put on a shirt
I could get a weak bitch brother put in the dirt
I'm the new bitch runnin' shit, I thought you heard
I ain't steppin' outside with none of you birds
If it ain't makin' us money, then I can't make it
I was sleep in a Rolls with Louis blankets
I ain't answer his DMs, he fake famous
Made a n***a eat my cookie like Famous Amos
Told him we can go and tape it, I'm shameless
He went lower with his tongue, all in my anus