(I can't cap, bitch, I don't even know your fuckin' name) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (I don't even know how much I made) (Your lil' bad bitch, look good in the sun, like lemonade) (Oh, yeah, yeah) (Yeah) (Oh, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I just want some icing on my motherfucking cake I'm havin' racks, bitch, yeah, I might just blow 'em in your face I'm smokin' thrax, bitch, and it got me floatin' out in space I can't cap, bitch, I don't even know how much I made Your lil' bad bitch, look good in the sun, like lemonade Live it up, bitch, we be havin' fun like every day Yes, I run it up, baby, every single night I get paid Big F&N, this shit gon' flip your Wraith I'ma make some new bread, 'cause I had a bad day If I call up my slime, then he gon' lift your face off Quick draw aim, nigga, ain't no face-off Come through, sprayin' shit up just like Lysol Yes, I stay by myself, I don't really like y'all I'm pourin' Codeine up, feel like K I don't stay with a mean mug, that's my face I can't fuck with these folks, 'cause they really fake Backwood of Gelato, take it to the face Get money, the motto, I'm not talkin' Drake I think I wanna buy a fully auto drac', dawg I'm sippin' lean, baby, I don't drink, no And we on the top floor, with the big dawg Smoking big dog, rest in peace to the big boss And I know that she lovin' me, through all my flaws Yeah, I'm fly but I'm finna fall Yeah, I'm gone, please don't fuckin' call me Might mix the Chrome Hearts, with Miyake When I'm touchin' this guap, niggas better stop me Damn, there go the opps, nigga, grab the Glockie Damn, there go the cops, put this shit in high speed I just want some icing on my motherfucking cake I'm havin' racks, bitch, yeah, I might just blow 'em in your face I'm smokin' thrax, bitch, and it got me floatin' out in space I can't cap, bitch, I don't even know how much I made Your lil' bad bitch, look good in the sun, like lemonade Live it up, bitch, we be havin' fun like every day Yes, I run it up, baby, every single night I get paid