(Kid Wond3r, you made this beat?) Bitch (Ayy), bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (Ayy, ayy) Went to the store, left the stove runnin' Got a clip full of hot shit, let you hold somethin' High speed in a hot whip, bitch, my car runnin' Got her knees in my carpet tryna blow somethin' Ride 'round in a Lambo and I'm ho huntin' To the po-po, I'm John Doe, you don't know nothin' Took a bomb dope, finger-lickin', got your nose runnin' It's an F on all four of my rims, hundred Fuck the job huntin', come on, get this Pyrex money Junkie died in the traphouse, traphouse huntin' New Bentley, Bucci gang, big B truck Throw them B's up Let's get high, burn them trees up Roll some weed up Suck it sloppy, scrape your knees up Bitches please us Shawty gang pickin' heats up Killers greet us I don't wanna hit your reefer, that's a chiefer I just pulled up in a zebra with a cheetah She told me to shove it deeper, she's a keeper Left my jewelry in the freezer, Patek Philippe-a Thick bitch just walked past with a nice ass Do a hit, then I skrrt past, then I skrrt past Thick bitch, I'm finna murk her lil' skirt ass Broke bitch talk shit with her lil' purse ass Went to the store, left the stove runnin' Got a clip full of hot shit, let you hold somethin' High speed in a hot whip, bitch, my car runnin' Got her knees in my carpet tryna blow somethin' Ride 'round in a Lambo and I'm ho huntin' To the po-po, I'm John Doe, you don't know nothin' Took a bomb dope, finger-lickin', got your nose runnin' It's an F on all four of my rims, hundred Private jets, only boarding flights if it's first class Scratch a bitch off a checklist, I already smashed Gucci flags, Balmain denim sag, Goyard shopping bag Shoot that pussy nigga in his face, make him see that flash Bird flipper, I just fucked a stripper, hundred dollar tipper Hit the mall, then leave with it all like a shoplifter Chef 'Ardee, tryna spring a pot, I'm a pot whipper Turn your house into a vacant lot, hundred shots in it Fuck the club if they ain't tryna let us bring no Glocks in it Fuck the time, I just bought a Rollie, it got rocks in it That's a traphouse, but you ain't even got no pots in it I ain't got no room in my pocket, I got knots in it Went to the store, left the stove runnin' Got a clip full of hot shit, let you hold somethin' High speed in a hot whip, bitch, my car runnin' Got her knees in my carpet tryna blow somethin' Ride 'round in a Lambo and I'm ho huntin' To the po-po, I'm John Doe, you don't know nothin' Took a bomb dope, finger-lickin', got your nose runnin' It's an F on all four of my rims, hundred Forgi Forgi