[Intro]
[Verse 1: $ilkMoney]
f**ing yo b**h in Alaska, that p**y cold as hell
She s**ing my dick in the cla**room, p**y be show and tell
Return where you copped that strap from, your pistol old and Frail
You broke p**y n***a, then mask up
Go get some dough, you scared
[Verse 2: Cyrax!]
(Okay) got guap on the way
Lil shawty talk, she all play
(Okay) designer my waist
.40 spray shots in your face
(Okay) your b**h ain't my taste
You n***as plot, you too fake
Aye my old b**h got replaced
Just want that top and my space, okay
[Verse 3: $ilkMoney]
You poonany, peon, lih ba*tard, betta get yo cash up
I don't need yo p**y, nor yo tushy
Rather roll this pack up
I die, I respawn where I just was
I placed a tac, brah
Three straps in the back
One on my sack, don't need no backup
[Verse 4: Cyrax!]
(Ayy)
Flex up lil n***a, I'm countin' dough with my crew (okay)
Pull up right on you, watch my DirtBags we gon' shoot (okay)
I just might show out she wanna ride in my coupe (okay)
Pull up on yo' block, I got the top off no roof (okay)
[Hook: $ilkMoney and Cyrax!]
I don't f** with b**h a** n***as, I just go f** they b**hes
I don't f** with keeping cool, you see an op, leave him missin'
n***as snitchin', sh**'s ridiculous, tryna get sh** acquitted
Stick to the mission, mind ya business, Do Better Stop b**hin'
[x2]