They ain't throw yo boy no bands I had to run my own up You ain't talkin' bout no bag I won't even pick the phone up Yea this lil bitch love the kid but I don't even want her Young nigga kid this shit to real I ain't even write this song up I been breakin' bitches hearts my niggas in here chromed up Got yo bitch down on her knees she in here givin' dome up Nigga you got lil boy pape but all my pockets grown up And my wrist the frozest, and my bitch the coldest I don't even got to say that I'm the goat these niggas know this All these niggas keep on tryna steal my swag they takin' notes and shit I just jumped up on this beat and snapped the kid ain't even wrote this shit Reach in my pocket and pull out a stack now yo bitch givin' throat and shit You get money and yo own niggas switchin' on you, that's just how it is All these niggas be my sons they actin' out I don't got time for kids If that bitch a baddy with a fatty then I might just hit She just ate me up and the whole gang just told me ice her wrist Fuck nah, all my niggas up, nah 100s in my pocket this shits older than yo grandpa Baby you can look but please don't take pics, keep yo hand off It's like (Fff) lay that fan off This lil bitch a fan now This bitch gon walk straight into my room and rip her pants off Get a rapper bitch just for the night she tryna stay now If they try some, have to show my bro gon give them stage frights Lil nigga we get bands for these shows Fuckin' fans with the bros Ice on my head shit's so cold, we ain't going broke no more He cuffed a hoe he broke the code Young nigga dripped out heat to toe I can't be lovin' on these hoes, but I love this money tho This lil nigga broke as a joke, boy you funny bro In the stu all night ain't leavin' till it's sunny hoe I just did a show I need my 100s nigga run me tho How the fuck did you go broke lil boy where did yo money go? (on gang) How the fuck I'm shittin' on these kids I ain't even tryin' to My bro keep pourin' green all in his cup yea he a slimy dude Go and hit the road and run it up, is that a time or two? Man I got two bad bitches tryna fuck I don't know what to do I ain't even stealin' niggas swag gon leave that up to you Come get yo bitch this lil hoe actin' lame she prolly fond of you Man these niggas don't know how to play the game man, I guess I gotta teach em Youngest finna go hit Johnny Dang that's what that money do Just look at my chain that's what that money do Them 20s, 50s, and a fuckin' 100s what I'm runnin' through Why all these niggas speakin' on the kid y'all don'y got none to do I go so many bad bitches on my dick I don't know who to choose Remember they was sleepin' on the kid, lil bitch you snooze you loose I'm tryna find a way straight to the blues I'm lookin for the clues On gang man, you niggas needa stop chasin' these hoes and start chasin' a bag Yo bitch prolly in a Honda my bitch in a coupe They ain't throw yo boy no bands I had to run my own up You ain't talkin' bout no bag I won't even pick the phone up Yea this lil bitch love the kid but I don't even want her Young nigga kid this shit to real I ain't even write this song up I been breakin' bitches hearts my niggas in here chromed up Got yo bitch down on her knees she in here givin' dome up Nigga you got lil boy pape but all my pockets grown up And my wrist the frozest, and my bitch the coldest