| Bitch, put on your seatbelt, you know that these roads bumpy |
| Uncooked grits, we gon' leave his ass lumpy |
| If a bitch plot, then it’s gon' be a plot twist |
| Microwaved doodoo, get hit with some hot shit (Yeah) |
| He happy 'bout one body, but I’m on thot shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I’m a closet killer, bitch, I really drop shit |
| Nightmares, bitch, I’m having bad thoughts |
| Gone off that weed like it’s laced with bath salts |
| Tried to cross me, his drawers ripped, now he ass out |
| We on they ass, no passes (Now) |
| I get you set up and put opps in your circle like glasses |
| Sticky situations like molasses |
| Big chopper, bitch, I’m running with galactics (Yeah) |
| He was feeling untouchable, nigga thought he was a cactus |
| 'Til they flipped his ass backwards |
| Shoot your lights out like A.I. and still skip practice |
| However we get em', we get em', we gon' use different tactics |
| Big Worm, hunt a nigga down for that money (Smokey) |
| I made a deal with myself that nobody’s taking shit from me (Nobody taking shit) |
| He was acting like he couldn’t get touched, knew he had it coming (Knew he did) |
| Crosswalk on the nigga 'cause I know he up to something (Up to something, yeah) |
| I know I’m the shit, so fuck all the plumbers (Fuck 'em) |
| This shit a cycle, a ho like her mama (Squids) |
| Bitch, put on your seatbelt, you know that these roads bumpy |
| Like uncooked grits, we gon' leave his ass lumpy |
| If a bitch plot, then it’s gon' be a plot twist |
| Microwaved doodoo, get hit with some hot shit |
| He happy 'bout one body, but I’m on thot shit (Yeah, thot shit, ayy) |
| Fuck all them niggas 'cause they left me hanging (Hanging) |
| If I was looking for a handout, I’d still be waiting (Still be waiting) |
| I kept it G like a Mason (Mason), I always stay patient (Always stay patient) |
| I was running from all of my problems like I ain’t have to face 'em (Ain't have |
| to face 'em) |
| Like a baby, we gon' make him shit on himself, then change him (Change him) |
| They don’t fit with our crowd, rearrange him (Range him) |
| We mathematical killers the way we be coming from angles (Angles) |
| I fuck bitches that like to get strangled (Strangled) |
| Life is like cords, try not to get tangled (Yeah, yeah) |
| Fuck all the non-believers, when we see em', we treat em' like strangers (Yeah) |
| Big Worm, hunt a nigga down for that money (Smokey) |
| I made a deal with myself that nobody’s taking shit from me (Nobody taking shit) |
| He was acting like he couldn’t get touched, knew he had it coming (Knew he did) |
| Crosswalk on the nigga 'cause I know he up to something (Up to something, yeah) |
| I know I’m the shit, so fuck all the plumbers (Fuck 'em) |
| This shit a cycle, a ho like her mama (Squids) |
| Bitch, put on your seatbelt, you know that these roads bumpy |
| Like uncooked grits, we gon' leave his ass lumpy |
| If a bitch plot, then it’s gon' be a plot twist |
| Microwaved doodoo, get hit with some hot shit |
| He happy 'bout one body, but I’m on thot shit (Yeah) |