Uh, uh
'Member it was one weapon, brodie pass me the gun
'Member it was one weapon, brodie pass me the gun
Clip full of hot shit, I might pass him the sun
In Balenciaga runners, it's the fashion for her
In the middle of the summer, but the chain make it brr
But the chain make it ice
She a baddie in the rain, I might take me a bite
King size, lil' baby, I ain't playin' for no tikes
Get the rock and then I pass, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm Mike
I'ma ball, bitch, I might
I might run me up a hundred thousand dollars off a bean
I might catch a nigga lackin', send some hollows to his bean
I might f*ck a nigga bitch, and have her riding for my team
In the field like the Eagles, go green
Go
Go
Go
Flyer than that nigga in my dreams
Even if we relatives, you never seen him in these jeans
Chrome Hearts, seen the ice, it completely froze her
Just because you heard we f*ckin', that don't mean I know her
Big cash, I'm tryna get the big racks, I'm havin' it
Big tits with a big ass, and I'm clappin' it
Big clip hit his fat ass, cause he was blabberin
Big shit leave a fat ass lil' nigga staggerin
S-s-s-stutterin'
You can't hear it cause she mutterin
She said she love this dick cause daddy deeper than a submarine
She said you added inches, don't get it, but that's the sum of it
The difference is I doubled the money and now I'm runnin' shit
'Member it was one weapon, brodie pass me the gun
Clip full of hot shit, I might pass him the sun
In Balenciaga runners, it's the fashion for her
In the middle of the summer, but the chain make it brr
But the chain make it ice
She a baddie in the rain, I might take me a bite
King size, lil' baby, I ain't playin' for no tikes
Get the rock and then I pass, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm Mike
I'ma ball, bitch, I might
I'm a ball hog, I ain't passin' shit, I got the ball
Baby, take your drawers off, show you how this motherf*cker fall
Goin' raw dog, all you see is clients in my call log
Called off, I'ma run this shit up till I fall off
Sawed-off, blow a motherf*cker top off
I take the top off, I got her riding wit her crop off
I make the top fall, I feel like Tyson in a box off
I make the box office, makin' movies with a top broad
Damn, I just feel like I don't really get a lot of praise
I had fifty to my name, now it's pounds comin' in
Standin' ten toes, trappin' on the roads, making ends meet
You can miss me
Bitch nigga on my line sayin' he gon' catch me
But his brother in the ground, ain't that nigga resting
I been really on my grind, but I'm never rusty
She was lookin' up and down, now she tryna f*ck me
Guess I'm lucky
Touch me, baby, trust me
I was really on the line, this shit could get ugly
Lawyer said it's lookin' bad, they could never judge me
And I've been on a run, they know how I'm comin' with this shit
We got bowls in, makin' cookies crumble in this bitch
See em posted, we gon' make it thunder in this bitch
Hit the road then, I ain't really stressing bout it, sis
I'ma hurt your feelings, hit your brother with a switch
'Member it was one weapon, brodie pass me the gun
Clip full of hot shit, I might pass him the sun
In Balenciaga runners, it's the fashion for her
In the middle of the summer, but the chain make it brr
But the chain make it ice
She a baddie in the rain, I might take me a bite
King size, lil' baby, I ain't playin' for no tikes
Get the rock and then I pass, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm Mike
I'ma ball, bitch, I might