| Mm, shit to me |
| (Sammyboy) |
| I don’t really think that lil' bitch shit to me |
| I don’t really think that lil' bitch shit to me |
| I don’t really think that lil' bitch shit to me (Shit to me) |
| I left that bitch and left that lil' bitch history (History) |
| Riding 'round and you know I got that stick on me (Stick on me) |
| Your bitch with me, you know she finna stick with me (Stick with me) |
| Run from police, it’s a track meet |
| I ain’t a fuck nigga, you can’t subtract me |
| I ain’t telling shit, don’t ask me |
| Hood-hood bitch so sassy |
| You know I’m still humble even though I let a lot of niggas pass me |
| And you know it’s no royal rumble, got the chopper in the fucking backseat |
| Pulling-pulling up, we ain’t never pulling up in no taxis |
| Di-Dior on my head and my toe, and your bitch gas me |
| We sipping lean, we smoking dope, we call that a gas leak |
| We eating, ain’t fasting |
| Chopper on me, hittin' blastin' |
| Hit that boy, he like, «What happened?» |
| Real street nigga, I ain’t with that capping |
| But I’m a trap nigga so I’m cappin' |
| We see an opp, put a cap in his ass |
| Young nigga drive and I swerve so bad |
| Niggas hatin', where they do that at? |
| Bad bitch, yeah, you know that bitch bad |
| Smoking dope, man, I’m high off my ass |
| We shootin' shit, shit finna get mad |
| I need a blunt that’ll forever last |
| Free Sito, we don’t smoke gas |
| Smoking dope, man, I’m high off my ass |
| We shootin' shit, shit finna get mad |
| I need a blunt that’ll forever last |
| Free Sito, we don’t smoke gas |