[Verse 1]
I was born ready
I'm working your man up in that circuit
b**h I planned to look that perfect
Cheap little brand, but a b**h that certain
Clip that Ganja, split that curtain
He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent
He wanna wam, wanna get it in, wanna get it up
Wanna split it and, wanna lick it up
But your n***a been listening to roughs
Now your n***as on the internet enough
So he think he know the Dickens and the -what
Damn motherf**er you be sniffing in the bu*t
You a fan little n***a you be living for the c*nt
You be handful of scrilla while I'm jiggling the buns
I can stop moving still jiggling the buns
I can pop in the middle with a did up in the bun
Let it drop for ya n***a when he get up in the front
I can spot which n***as got the get up and the funds
But I'm not these b**hes with the dick up on their tongues
Not these b**hes, all these n***as been among
So it's not with me when I with your n***a in the crumbs
And it's not me chilling with your n***a in the slums
So run run whenever-whenever I'm in the sun, uh
Ima sp-spend this n***as sp-spinach
I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this n***a for lyrics
He know that I got that juicy
That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti
That natural beauty
He rich; he poppin that bougie
I got that Glock and that uzi
That ch-ch-chop and the tuni
I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget
Split ya top and ya stomach
Hit ya pops and ya cousin
Miss the shot if he runnin'
And get as hot as he want it
[Chorus]
You, you don't want
I know you, you don't wanna f** with me
You on one, I'm on two
Bang or get banged on; you choose
These n***as runnin
These n***as runnin
They stay pumping that game
But these n***as frontin
All day up on this stage
These n***as like they something
Say this b**h is coming
Now these n***as runnin
Runnin, runnin
These n***as runnin
[Repeat]
[Verse 2]
I'm in the creme Coupe seats
Color: gingerbread
You know I got that b**h covered like a ninja head
You say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread
So you bout to get smothered with that infrared
Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna
Click never jam-a
I'm finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma
These n***as toting they hammers
But really open punana's
I smell these n***as
They p**y they p**y they needa douche it
Don't let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do's
If not, then b**h you better f** you a white dude
If not, then b**h he better come with the right dick
If not, then b**h you probably know that he like dick
f** feeding these n***as
You b**hes breeding these n***as?
I get the beats from these n***as
Then hit the streets with these n***as
Y'all tryna sleep with these n***as
I'm tryna eat with these n***as
I read these n***as the script and get sick of seeing these n***as now
[Chorus]