[Intro]
(Kid Wond3r, you made this beat?)
Bitch (Ayy), bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Went to the store, left the stove runnin'
Got a clip full of hot shit, let you hold somethin'
High speed in a hot whip, bitch, my car runnin'
Got her knees in my carpet tryna blow somethin'
Ride 'round in a Lambo and I'm ho huntin'
To the po-po, I'm John Doe, you don't know nothin'
Took a bomb dope, finger-lickin', got your nose runnin'
It's an F on all four of my rims, hundred

[Verse 1]
Fuck the job huntin', come on, get this Pyrex money
Junkie died in the traphouse, traphouse huntin'
New Bentley, Bucci gang, big B truck
Throw them B's up
Let's get high, burn them trees up
Roll some weed up
Suck it sloppy, scrape your knees up
Bitches please us
Shawty gang pickin' heats up
Killers greet us
I don't wanna hit your reefer, that's a chiefer
I just pulled up in a zebra with a cheetah
She told me to shove it deeper, she's a keeper
Left my jewelry in the freezer, Patek Philippe-a
Thick bitch just walked past with a nice ass
Do a hit, then I skrrt past, then I skrrt past
Thick bitch, I'm finna murk her lil' skirt ass
Broke bitch talk shit with her lil' purse ass
[Chorus]
Went to the store, left the stove runnin'
Got a clip full of hot shit, let you hold somethin'
High speed in a hot whip, bitch, my car runnin'
Got her knees in my carpet tryna blow somethin'
Ride 'round in a Lambo and I'm ho huntin'
To the po-po, I'm John Doe, you don't know nothin'
Took a bomb dope, finger-lickin', got your nose runnin'
It's an F on all four of my rims, hundred

[Verse 2]
Private jets, only boarding flights if it's first class
Scratch a bitch off a checklist, I already smashed
Gucci flags, Balmain denim sag, Goyard shopping bag
Shoot that pussy n***a in his face, make him see that flash
Bird flipper, I just fucked a stripper, hundred dollar tipper
Hit the mall, then leave with it all like a shoplifter
Chef 'Ardee, tryna spring a pot, I'm a pot whipper
Turn your house into a vacant lot, hundred shots in it
Fuck the club if they ain't tryna let us bring no Glocks in it
Fuck the time, I just bought a Rollie, it got rocks in it
That's a traphouse, but you ain't even got no pots in it
I ain't got no room in my pocket, I got knots in it

[Chorus]
Went to the store, left the stove runnin'
Got a clip full of hot shit, let you hold somethin'
High speed in a hot whip, bitch, my car runnin'
Got her knees in my carpet tryna blow somethin'
Ride 'round in a Lambo and I'm ho huntin'
To the po-po, I'm John Doe, you don't know nothin'
Took a bomb dope, finger-lickin', got your nose runnin'
It's an F on all four of my rims, hundred
[Outro]
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