[Intro]
(Drumma Boy)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
None of your business, what the fuck I'ma run for?
Ho piss me off, then I get a new— (Hold on)

[Chorus]
Ayy, don’t wanna talk 'cause I miss my lil' shit
Ho piss me off, then I get a new bitch (Get a new bitch)
If I ain’t in the stu', in the trap with them sticks (In the trap with them sticks)
Everyday I wake up, tryna hit me a lick (Hit me a lick)
Bro need a blick, tryna hit up the gun store (Hit up the gun store)
Know he a bitch, what the fuck I'ma run for? (The fuck I'ma run for?)
Ain't finna argue or do too much talkin', I told you already she a fan, that ain't my ho (She a fan)

[Verse 1]
But she got some ass, goddamn (Goddamn)
Shawty, she on the 'Gram, she a freak when she get on her spam (Get on her spam)
I can make a n***a pipe down, know the switch got rounds and I love it ’cause this bitch don’t jam (Don't jam)
That’s old news, stop askin' 'bout that (Askin' ’bout that)
Get on my nerves, she keep askin' for racks
He got sent to the nurse, shoulda ducked his hat (Seen him)
When he get off them Percs, tryna leave somethin' flat (Leave somethin' flat)
No, I can't cuff you, tell you the truth, shit, I don't even love you (I don't even love you, for real)
He done copped two, so he dropped him a double (Dropped him a double)
Body bag, bitch got put in a duffle (Got put in a duffle)
I'm tryna fuck, ho, no, I don't love you
I had a bitch that wan' act like she innocent (Act like she innocent)
Know some young n***as that's murkin' and menacin' (Murkin' and menacin')
Heard he got hit, start cryin' on FaceTime (Bitch-ass n***a)
Shit that I'm rappin' for real, I don't fake mine (I don't fake shit)
[Chorus]
Ayy, don't wanna talk 'cause I miss my lil' shit (Miss my lil' shit)
Ho piss me off, then I get a new bitch (Get a new bitch)
If I ain't in the stu', in the trap with them sticks (In the trap with them sticks)
Everyday I wake up, tryna hit me a lick (Hit me a lick)
Bro need a blick, tryna hit up the gun store (Hit up the gun store)
Know he a bitch, what the fuck I'ma run for? (The fuck I'ma run for?)
Ain't finna argue or do too much talkin', I told you already she a fan, that ain't my ho (She a fan, that ain't my ho)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, one thing I can say is ain't no n***a try me (Ain't no n***a try me)
Pull up with your bitch, yeah, that ho be my side piece (Ho be my side piece)
Thirty-five hundred on the jacket, my fashion be snappin', take a pic', they be like, "Gotta copy" (Gotta copy, ho)
Goddamn, the racks got bigger
Pull out the cam' 'cause I'm that n***a (I'm that n***a)
I don't like how you move, that shit ain't cool, quick to get him out the way, tell him, "Pass me the scissors" (Chop-chop)
An opp in the Swisher (Opp in the Swisher)
Lil' bro catch a body, then go fuck a bitch, took some with him
Ayy, last n***a got slumped, boy, don't play with my money (Don't play with my money)
Dog shit out the bank, give the killers a hundred (Killers a hundred)
Old head at the store, call him crackhead junkie
Opps stay postin', they low, get 'em hit at a function (Ha)
Baby say, "Chill, need to be here with me" (Need to be here with me)
I'm the type to snort a Perc' off of her titty, gang

[Chorus]
Don't wanna talk 'cause I miss my lil' shit (Miss my lil' shit)
Ho piss me off, then I get a new bitch (Get a new bitch)
If I ain't in the stu', in the trap with them sticks (In the trap with them sticks)
Everyday I wake up, tryna hit me a lick (Hit me a lick)
Bro need a blick, tryna hit up the gun store (Hit up the gun store)
Know he a bitch, what the fuck I'ma run for? (The fuck I'ma run for?)
Ain't finna argue or do too much talkin', I told you already she a fan, that ain't my ho (She a fan, that ain't my ho)
[Outro]
Don't wanna talk, nah, ayy
Don't wanna talk, miss my lil'
Ho piss me off, then I get a new— gang
The fuck I'ma run for?
I miss my lil' shit
Yeah