Lawsy, pick up You want to fuck on me, let me know some Seventeen in a holster Two bad hoes in my, yeah Two bad hoes gimme throat, bruh That spliff, when I'm trynna roll up Wasn't a hit, he trynna pour some Top shelf, trying to smoke some She said we fucked, then I don't know her Walk in, I'm smelling like loud She ain't sucking dick, then bitch get out My lil' bitch pull up with pounds Yo bitch said she want my child Lil' bitch I smoke by the ounce I fucked yo bitch up in yo house She finna fuck, then kick her out I'm gon' break her back in Like damn, that ass is clapping Wipe his nose, just like a napkin Roll him up, then pack him Bitch, I'm at where the bag is My hoe see you and start laughing Bitch, go up and down like Mac ten Glock in my jeans, that's why I'm sagging She want bring that pack in You want to fuck on me, let me know some Seventeen in a holster Two bad hoes in my, yeah Two bad hoes gimme throat, bruh That spliff, when I'm trynna roll up Wasn't a hit, he trynna pour some Top shelf, trying to smoke some She said we fucked, then I don't know her Yeah bitch, tabs what I pop bitch, it's racks over thots He a rat, bitch he gon' talk, it ain't shit to get him It ain't shit to get him popped Yeah, do you ride around with Glocks or not I get high as astronauts, I light that blunt, lil' bitch I'm blasting off Talking shit, I ain't gon' laugh at all Y'all broke, bitch we laugh at y'all That hoe she get passed like ball I turnt up, lil' bitch I'm passing y'all Get no hoes, you don't get no cat at all I ain't gon' stop, until I have it all That's yo bitch, she ain't got no ass at all That's yo blunt, I don't want to hit it In my bitch, don't want to quit it At yo function, want to leave it This not a coupe, but it got chicken Up a bag, but I want millions Yeah, my pack could stank a building This Pakistani hash, the type of weed that got me feining Sipping by the liter In my Tesla got my feet up My bitch got margarita Eighteen karat from Brasília All my gold came from Atlantis All this lean get dropped in Fantas All these fancy cars and mansions Aye, I get bags, my bag from Hermes And my bitch the baddest bitch And she wear designer purses I get gas across the ocean Up the bag, won't let you hold sum Still pour gin in mango loco And I'm balling like it's Hoco Hella trues, I feel like Sosa Bought the three, I want the roadster I'm about to sip, I need a coaster I make racks and love to hold them Got new money, got the older And the Tesla dual motor That's yo blunt, I don't want to hit it In my bitch, don't want to quit it At yo function, want to leave it This not a coupe, but it got chicken Up a bag, but I want millions Yeah, my pack could stank a building This Pakistani hash, the type of weed that got me feining Sipping by the liter In my Tesla got my feet up My bitch got margarita Eighteen karat from Brasília