[Verse 1: FL3UR]
God damn my bitch she bad
Two hits puff puff we pass
Got shit that these lil n***as lack now
If you wanna come close get pat down
From a city where them n***as get shot down
I'm a boss now, got the game on lock down
With TG n***as wanna be me
Can't see me unless I'm on TV
She greedy way to needy
She need me, but I don't her
She love me, don't believe her
Broke her heart, she hate me she hurt
Know some n***as that will put you on a T-Shirt
He don't know we run the city do your research
I'm the n***a making money from the southside
If you look out you can see my n***as outside

[Verse 2: FL3UR]
Do your thing girl
I'll do mine too
I'm not a n***a to be lied to
I got shooters best believe they can fight too
Money and money yea I make some more
She like the diamonds in love with the gold
I like the freaks I'm in love with the hoes
You are a rookie and I am a pro
You not my bitch no more please let it go
You are not gang no more that man he told
Heard his latest shit n***a a joke
I got the last shot and I will not sell (Yea)
Claim he a demon we send him to hell (Yea)
Don't fuck with the other side I'm not Adele
[Verse 3: K.J]
Bitch I'm worried bout the guap trying to stack up
Running that bag up
Running that tax up
Ever since a younging I been trying to get my paper up
Fucking on your hoe I don't know her she nameless
She fuck my K bitch
I been getting cake bitch
She said I'm famous, I know I'm gon' make it
Chops spin my Greece
Cooking bacon
Get him in his Teeth
If he fakin'
762's, exclusive light years
Ear piece is to the clips out the range bitch
Bitch I got a crazy bitch tryna kill me, I'm just tryna tame her
Bitch switched bitch I got the switch just like a Laker
Bad bitch and she on my dick take her to Jamaica
Bitch I got a light skin hoe name Topanga
N***a talking shit on the gang we gon' range jump
Two hits puff puff bitch I been getting past bitch
TTG on my back nobody can match us
Worried about my guap bitch I been tryna stack up