Choppers at my residence, look like I fuck with Asians, nigga
Uh, uh (Chinese niggas)
Ayy, choppers at my residence, look like I fuck with Asians, huh (Let's go)
Turn my temper up and make yo' partner change locations, huh (Sheesh)
(She gon' let me fuck and I ain't want no conversation, uh, damn)
She gon' let me fuck and I ain't up no conversation, huh, and that's facts
My lil' bro 'nem havin' records, huh, he ain't did no tracks
I hope God forgive me, I'm at church with glizzies in my slacks (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Try to jack and I react, we'll put a nigga ass on TV (TV)
I been showin' love, but now my heart poor, I feel like Sealy (Ha)
Take a look inside yo' pupils, I can tell you niggas' poodles
I'm an artist, my lil' bro a shooter, search him up on Google
In the trenches, fucked up, had a contest with ramen noodles
Put this toaster on yo' strudel (Bah, bah, bah, bah), we give niggas face removals (He gone)
Ain't no talkin' when it's beef, we tryna chalk him with this heat
Bitches faint when I start smilin', put a caution on my tee
We start stalkin' where you eat (Damn), I can't talk to no police (He gone)
Smokin' musty pack, this shit got me coughin' in my sleep
Ayy, got a bitch that's like GloRilla, she gon' fuck like Sexyy Red
Put her coochie on me, I'ma pass if she can't wet the bed
We ain't into chasin' bitches, I fuck 'round and break a leg (Break a leg)
Throw a pop, you partner ight now, hit the tank and make a spread (Damn)
I got sticks throughout the city, I got bitches 'cross the globe
All this money I been runnin' through, I need to talk to hoes (Hoes)
Got this burnin' in my britches, huh, Quin a walkin' stove (Been)
All these niggas do is bring me up, they must not talk to hoes, huh
We don't do the regulars, put a switchy on that thing (Put a switchy on that thing)
Hot doggin' yo' bitch, she got my glizzy on her brain (Got her glizzy on her brain)
Ayy, lil' niggas do hits and put in business 'bout my name (Ha-ha)
I can't trust a bitch for nothin', I fell asleep with all my chains on, huh
Make the bitch say, "Ooh," I'm gettin' my Fredo Bang on (Ooh)
If you scared to take a risk, then we won't hang long, huh (Bitch)
She think fuckin' with me and my bag gon' put her name on
Ayy, fuck the bitch, sit back, pour a deuce and turn my game on, nigga
She can't get a baby out me or a due date, huh (Or a due date)
Shawty want a check from me to eat that tube steak
We already knew that boy got smush, huh, the news late
Ran after that bag when I was broke, I got my shoes laced
All I count is mozzarella, this new Porsche a panamera
Pockets breaded, that's Panera, Quin black, his bitch vanilla
She know I'm a soldier, take her home and fold her like Manila
I went straight in, bitch pussy was bald as Chauncey Billa (Damn)
