| Bitch, I’ve been that nigga, how you ain’t heard of that? |
| Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand |
| Might fuck the ho, don’t trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans |
| I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band |
| Don’t put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand |
| At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand |
| When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands |
| I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head |
| Uh |
| Ayy, fuck nigga play them games, no, he ain’t stoppin' shit |
| Yeah, ask bitch, «Wanna play crazy?», she ain’t stoppin' shit |
| Yeah, we ain’t just sayin' |
| rich, these niggas be opposite |
| Ayy, my dawg won’t get him out the way, these niggas ain’t stoppin' shit |
| Ayy, we had to smoke in the streets, my niggas won’t speed, they think it’s |
| chicken, ayy |
| I did a dodge in a foreign, took 'em on a high speed, I ain’t want no tickets |
| Shorty, I’ll go everywhere, won’t trip for my opps, them niggas bitches |
| I got hit 'cause I stood on the business, I can’t |
| Bitch, I’ve been that nigga, how you ain’t heard of that? |
| Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand |
| Might fuck the ho, don’t trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans |
| I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band |
| Don’t put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand |
| At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand |
| When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands |
| I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head |
| The way that I be sendin' hits, bitch, I just feel like taliban |
| I be poppin' all these Percs, sometimes I feel like Peter Pan |
| I put |
| up on they head, I know that he won’t breathe again |
| He won’t ever spin again and spin again, we finish him |
| We be all up on the seal, all them Glocks, they came with switches |
| I can’t really trust these hoes, won’t put my heart up in these bitches |
| All these niggas, they be talkin' 'til we run up, touch that |
| I made a promise to my niggas, I won’t change up on them trenches, bitch |
| Bitch, I’ve been that nigga, how you ain’t heard of that? |
| Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand |
| Might fuck the ho, don’t trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans |
| I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band |
| Don’t put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand |
| At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand |
| When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands |
| I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head |
| Uh |