| I ain’t ever ask for your help, bitch |
| A young nigga run them bands by theyself, hoe |
| If a nigga come 'round hating, then you get smoked |
| Don’t do no talking, bitch, we pulling right up |
| Full of that lean, but I’m spending them bands |
| All of this money, can’t pull up my pants |
| I know that your lil bitty bitch, she a fan |
| I’m having my way with these dripping pants |
| Niggas act like they don’t understand, no |
| But we gon' continue to run these bands, yeah |
| I’m tryna cop my mom a Porsche, yeah |
| Put my lil sister in that Horsche, hmm |
| All of this shit I’m on you can’t afford, no |
| I’m tryna run up all these racks, yeah |
| Lil bitch, I’m chasing this paper |
| I come from New Orleans, we straight up the block |
| And bitch, you know I run with them takers, ha ha |
| Yeah, oh, we smoke that weed by the acres |
| I ain’t ever ask for your help, bitch |
| A young nigga run them bands by theyself, hoe |
| If a nigga come 'round hating, then you get smoked |
| Don’t do no talking, bitch, we pulling right up |
| I ain’t ever ask for your help, bitch |
| I keep that glizzy on me, I’ll make you melt, bitch |
| Fuck they talking 'bout? I got here by myself, bitch |
| These bitches know how to press, oh |
| I got these hoes on my dick, oh |
| I got this shit on my own |
| These niggas don’t wanna see me on |
| But they know that ain’t gon' stop shit |
| I got some young niggas tweakin' and they gon' pop shit, yea yea |
| All these hoes basic, yea yea |
| I don’t know why these niggas hating, yea yea |
| Pull up in a Bent, I swear I’ma make 'em sick |
| Got these bitches on my dick, these niggas knowing what it is |
| And if them bitches say they don’t, then I’ma show 'em what it is |
| I’m the motherfucking sickest, feel like all you niggas bitches |
| I ain’t ever ask for your help, bitch |
| A young nigga run them bands by theyself, hoe |
| If a nigga come 'round hating, then you get smoked |
| Don’t do no talking, bitch, we pulling right up |