[Intro]
(Soul, you made this?)

[Chorus]
Blick just towed up on my hip
This rock was long, lower your phone
Fuck with all these fans, but to these haters I don’t give a fuck
Say I bite these rappers, where that happen?
Somethin’ I’ll never would
Talkin’ all that shit but pull em Blicky’s
Yeah, you never would
Im in the lane with the bros
I be so high with the bros
I just be leavin the earth
I just be takin’ them percs
That bitch hollerin’ my dick, told her get off
Fightin’ the whip, I be takin’ my pants off
In the whip, in the back, can’t get coffed
Bad bitch on my phone, told her get lost

[Verse]
Money, gang, switches, pain, bitches
Hey, Ice my, chain
I just be countin’ the rest of the trappers just trippin’ yeah we leavin the earth
Im bouta pull up on zip, tat on her face, and then, tata, all I see is—
Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
We just smoked that—
Honey, Honey, Honey, Honey, Honey, Honey
Its just so damn—
Funny, Funny, Funny, Funny, Funny, Funny
Lean all up in my—
Tummy, Tummy, Tummy, Tummy, Tummy
(Soul, you made this?)
[Chorus]
B-Blick just towed up on my hip
This rock was long, lower your phone
Fuck with all these fans, but to these haters I don’t give a fuck
Say I bite these rappers, where that happen?
Somethin’ I’ll never would
Talkin’ all that shit but pull em Blicky’s
Yeah, you never would
Im in the lane with the bros
I be so high with the bros
I just be leavin the earth
I just be takin’ them percs
That bitch hollerin’ my dick, told her get off
Fightin’ the whip, I be takin’ my pants off
In the whip, in the back, can’t get coffed
Bad bitch on my phone, told her get lost