Bitch Boy, you don't wanna race, this a six-point-four liter Supercharged up, and this bitch a four-seater Don't approach Rio when he high, he like to ho people I ain't sippin' drank unless I get it from my own people I just stuck the tip in, she hollerin', "Oh, Jesus" Made a hundred K with my pops, he an old genius I'm still doing fill-ups, I got old Visa Take me ten minutes to heat up like a cold pizza The Hellcat loud as fuck, I love to cold start it This a 2020, bitch, this ain't no old Charger Crank this bitch from a mile away with a remote starter I'm finna peel these potatoes, bring me a bowl of water Heard doggy sniff a lot of blow, he got a nose problem This an FN Five-seveN, this ain't no chopper I could drop a hundred shots out this bitch with no problem Use the Glock to drop the promoter, this bitch a show stopper Unc' been doin' lines all night, he got a coke problem Heard you went to school four extra years, ain't get no smarter Cut my bitch off 'cause she borin' like a soap opera Sellin' hoop seats around the world, Harlem Globetrotter Bitch, I'm serious Knock my bitch tooth out her mouth for sayin' period (Period, pooh) Now the bitch talkin' 'bout she gay, she just curious Hit 96, I need a driver that's experienced I don't want no fuckin' Wockhardt, bring me a pint of red I just smoked a pack of Blacks, now I'm lightheaded Made my bitch swallow twenty grams and told her digest it I can bust a K with my left, but I'm right-handed I'm ambidextrous Broke a metal fork cookin' up, I got a heavy wrist Bitch, don't call me by my government when I'm selling tenths Pull up to the trap, knock on the door, and ask for Darius Hi, my name Mike, I'm a rapper, I like sellin' shit Got an eight a red from the pharm', paid eleven cents We movin' up past the Eastside, fuck the Jeffersons Big bro slid in the 'Vette, look like a peppermint I still want that Aston Martin Nephew popped eight Xanny bars and crashed the Charger I tried to help you get a bag, but your ass retarded Hit the road with eighty thousand cash in the stash compartment The AR got monkey nuts and a collar on it I don't like to shoot this bitch at night 'cause it holler, don't it? Pulled up on an opp and made him strip, threw a dollar on him I think Frank just passed out, throw some water on him I got the best work I been itchin' for two days, these the best Percs Seven hundred seven horsepowers'll make your neck jerk Bitch pussy broke and start bleedin', but her neck work