(Intro)
Yeah
I be somewhere in L.A. (Los Angeles)
Yeah
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
(Verse 1)
I pick up that table that went over for 5k
In the V.I.P., I’m trying to find Rihanna
Heard she got a thing for them dope boys
And I’m known for movin’ that Columbiana
But I’m off that
Gettin’ legal money, and it’s all rap
Them mob ties, I forever have ’em
Let them n***as talk, I get ’em all whacked
In that all black, that’s a 7 Series
Big body on the chrome midgets
And my dog Steve, he just f**in’ duck ’em
Yeah I’m takin’ down all the phone digits
Cause I get to know ’em and I can’t help
I make these hoes fall in love with me
I let your hoe do these d** with me
Got Jack boys and the thugs with me
Cause them my brothers and they stuck with me
Through the hard times, now y’all rich
I made twenty bands in as many days
To make it off the bock it ain’t too many ways
We was shootin’ J’s over (?)
And Lord knows I ain’t a ball player
Still I’m in the section with the ball players
And the pretty b**hes, got ’em all sayin’
I’m that n***a
Fine a** young trap n***a
Seen the sh** I do is for the b**hes
But I still straight out-rap n***as when I feel like it
I ain’t signed yet, but it feel like it
When I’m in the vert and the top down
With a freak b**h gettin’ top down
Had to tell little mamma pull the top down
Cause I’m back to business
See them devil juice like: “dear Lord let me ask forgiveness†(oh Lord)
Cause I’m k**in’ n***as with success
Tryin’ to make a mil and reinvest
Thirty for sure and nothin’ less
I’ve been workin’ n***a, I deserve it
Spillin’ Ace of Spades on purpose
(Chorus)
I see too many bad b**hes in my section
My b**h ride for me, die for me, ain’t no question
She’ll do what I want, when I want and how I want it
So if I see a b**h I tell my b**h to get up on it
I don’t know, I don’t know what’s going on right now
But I know that she goin’ choose if you let her go right now
Cause she heard, she heard
That I was next up, ’bout to run the check up
I didn’t (?)
Now they know what’s up
I be somewhere in L.A
Puffin’ on that OG, stayin’ low key
About four b**hes deep
And they all freeze, do it
(Verse 2)
I got these b**hes on the Molly and the Percs
I got these b**hes on the Xannies and the ‘ye
I got these b**hes on the Memphis city blues
I got them b**hes on the Dade County digits (305)
I got them b**hes eatin’ out each other p**y
I jumped up out the streets and said it ain’t no second lookin’
Remember in the penthouse, in the kitchen had it cookin’
I told my big bro Hefe: “Man I don’t like how it’s lookin'â€
I came out to Miami, I was only seventeen
And f**in’ with them Haitians, witness sh** I never seen
So shout out to them ‘Zos and them Migos, them my n***as
And shout out to Lil’ Rocket and Lil’ Beezy, them my hitters
The finest I done live in Versace, put Margielas on the table
And that Ace up to the ceiling
Thank the Lord that I’m still able
Plus we poppin’ and the b**hes all f**in’ with us
We leave the club and the b**hes all comin’ with us
Oh oh oh