[Verse]
Speakin to these bitches no grammar
All my bitches hotter than Atlanta
First things first gotta get to the riches
All black hearse, Rest In Peace for you bitches
Shawty tryna fuck, baby give me a minute
All doors up, bitch I ain't got no limit
Ion give a fuck, pull up in ya truck
Pull up on the scene, and you know that pistol tucked
You don't want war wit a n***a like me
Put a set screen, pull off at a lightspeed
N***as really want drama, Imma come up outta Deen
I can't eat, I can't sleep if these birds follow me
I won't talk, I won't beef you can't get nothin outta me
Bitch I'm flyer than ya n***a but I bet you can see
Bitch I bet you believe, in me
And one time for the fuckin come up
And Another time cause its fuckin momma up
Countin up, gettin all these commas
Speaking to these bitches no grammar
All my bitches hotta than Atlanta
First things first gotta get to the riches
All black hearse, Rest In Peace to you bitches