(Digital Sauce)
Uh, okay, I'm back, I ain't never leavin' again
Too much ho shit in the air, I had to clean up my vent
I ain't know you was that type when I extended my hand
These hoes be actin', I don't play, think you [?]
(Ha, I don't do no actin', baby)
I don't do no cuffin' either
I can't kick it with no hoes with you, I heard you druggin' people
Kill 'em when he leave, I know [?] it ain't no clubbin' either, nigga (Baow, baow, baow)
Stay by that heater like I'm sweatin' out a fever
Uh, top off, ridin' through this bitch with a new Drac', you niggas opps, dog
Askin' my one shit back in the days, blessed I'm hot now
Ain't talkin' 'bout me, I'm talkin' 'bout you, I get 'em knocked off
Baow, baow, "Stop, y'all," nigga mama hollerin'
Thuggin', I ain't have a option, now I got racks in my pocket
Waitin' on four more deposits
I get several bitches I like that only wanna go shoppin'
Be patient, bitch, she beggin' and [?]
Song hard, but I might never drop this
This bitch hard, nigga, try me, that's a free body
Get right out, call it free of charge
I be wantin' a bitch to love me, somethin' like Gina did Martin (Uh)
But that ain't you, baby, I'm sorry
Uh, okay, I'm back, I ain't never leavin' again
Too much ho shit in the air, I had to clean up my vent
I ain't know you was that type when I extended my hand
These hoes be actin', I don't play, think you [?]
(Ha, I don't do no actin', baby)
I don't do no cuffin' either
I can't kick it with no hoes with you, I heard you druggin' people
Kill 'em when he leave, I know [?] it ain't no clubbin' either, nigga (Baow, baow, baow)
Stay by that heater like I'm sweatin' out a fever
Been to myself, I be mad at my people (People)
Praisin' you and I know we ain't equal (I know we ain't equal)
Baby got a brand-new Benz for the body (Brand-new Benz for the body)
I ain't even gotta tell her that she got it (She got it)
She want a diamond, though, I'm deep in in this green (In this green)
By my shit, you know I'm dyin' by any means (By any means)
I done ran outta gas in the 'Rari (Gas in the 'Rari)
I been hopin' I don't crash in the 'Rari (I don't crash in the 'Rari)
So many niggas I want dead, swear I'm out of it (I'm out of it)
They know I set my own trends, I'm still followin' (Followin')
Shots from the Drac', I swear I shut this bitch down (Shut this bitch down)
Fuck what happened then, I swear I'm so up right now
Uh, okay, I'm back, I ain't never leavin' again
Too much ho shit in the air, I had to clean up my vent
I ain't know you was that type when I extended my hand
These hoes be actin', I don't play, think you [?]
(Ha, I don't do no actin', baby)
I don't do no cuffin' either
I can't kick it with no hoes with you, I heard you druggin' people
Kill 'em when he leave, I know [?] it ain't no clubbin' either, nigga (Baow, baow, baow)
Stay by that heater like I'm sweatin' out a fever (Yeah)
When she call, you know I'm on my way home
Sorry, baby, I'm takin' all day long, yeah
It ain't love to pay for all they wrongs
Think they can't make it out on they own, yeah
