{Intro}
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
{Verse – 1}
Riding real deep, pu-sy ni-ga, and I’m too good
AK no carbon fiber, bi-ch real wood
Know some young ni–as turned rich and is still hood
Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new bi-ch
White X6 and with a boost kit
Playing wit’ the guap, that’ll get your ends split
Used to be broke eating jelly sandwich with the crust cut off
Punk with the sawed-off
{Chorus}
Ni–as around me go commando, yeah
Balling two hoes in a Lambo, yeah
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah
Bi-ch tell your friend step it up
Ain’t no raw, bi-ch, we gon’ wrap it up
Pole game, tryna run it up
Lock safe like a Brink’s truck
Fu-k wit’ me, fu-k wit’ me, fu-k wit’ me, yeah
Yo’ bi-ch, she just wanna fu-k on me, yeah
Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah
Riding ’round town, drop top wit’ the sizzurp
Make her s** di-k ’til get lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bi-ch a-s could kiss her
Young ni-ga ball like a Sixer
{Verse – 2}
Young a-s ni-ga, I don’t even drink liquor
I don’t even pull up to the mixer
I don’t even want to fu-k the bi-ch
I do, but I know she gon’ tell
Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard
It sound like a bell
Pu-sy ni-ga I repel
Real ni–as don’t take L’s
Hop in the Bently, the Maybach, the G Wagon, ni-ga whatever
Glockity tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon’ pop it wherever
Pellz gon’ pop it wherever
Lil Baby gon’ pop it wherever
Stay out the mix, stay wit’ a bi-ch in the whip
Hellcat hit a flip
Up it up wit’ a chip
Bi-ch ni-ga don’t you send for me unless the check got it in for me
Write it out to my industry
The bi-ch lace front incomplete
These ni–as loco
Hang wit’ the cops, the McFoggel
Bi-ch ni-ga I am a mogul
{Chorus}
Ni–as around me go commando, yeah
Balling two hoes in a Lambo, yeah
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah
Bi-ch tell your friend step it up
Ain’t no raw, bi-ch, we gon’ wrap it up
Pole game, tryna run it up
Lock safe like a Brink’s truck
Fu-k wit’ me, fu-k wit’ me, fu-k wit’ me, yeah
Yo’ bi-ch, she just wanna fu-k on me, yeah
Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah
Riding ’round town, drop top wit’ the sizzurp
Make her s** di-k ’til get lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bi-ch a-s could kiss her
Young ni-ga ball like a Sixer