[Introlude]
Show me where the kitchen
Baby what the business is
Hell no, we ain't in the set
We don't need no witnesses
N***as know we did this shit
My n***as illiterate
We really be killing shit
We really be robbing shit
Them n***a been stealling shit
We really live this shit
O really robbing
Cause I really did this shit
We really did this shit
(Let this track breathe, hello)

[Hook]
You know they want you childless
I know you tired of tripping
Why don't you mind your business?
Baby, your my addiction
Baby, your my addiction
I might buy you Christians
I heard of yo ambitions
I do that molly, I'm tripping
Can't get you outta my system
Girl you got me addicted
You so muthafucking wicked
[Verse 1]
Last week, I was in the filed, tryna do a drill
This week, I was watching the sunrise in the hills
With a bad bitch, sipping off some drinks, off a pill
Rolling off some molly, just hyping it, keeping it real
Baby, I'mma keep it real along as you keep it real
Hold me close when we fuck, cause these n***as want me killed
Shoot him, I'm a rude boy, shoot em, I'ma shoter
Little mama love that choppa
I don't got no baby mama drama, I got baby choppas
She, baby bought some [?] little mama call me pap

[Hook]
You know they want you childless
I know you tired of tripping
Why don't you mind your business?
Baby, your my addiction
Baby, your my addiction
I might buy you Christians
I heard of yo ambitions
I do that molly, I'm tripping
Can't get you outta my system
Girl you got me addicted
You so muthafucking wicked

[Verse 2]
Bitch I really put in work
Yeah, I really put in work
Maybe, I put the squirt, fucked a bitch without no shirt
Eat that pussy on the first night
Fell in love with it at the first sight
Then I left on the first flight, the second night
The second time, she came back to get it right
Then flew over, to my city to get with me
Took a picture, wore my glinzy and my fifty
But I hate your house [?] when you lie
But she so pretty, she so muthafucking fly
Just hold me down, never switch sides
But either way you go, I want to see you shine
My ex called me, told the bitch get off the line
I told her bitch, the little baby, not mine
I told her little bitch, you better stop crying
Then I banged off the bitch, back on my grind