Codeine all in my Sprite, I got a sick bitch, why would I fight
Why would I fight
Whole lotta guns, I got a whole lotta sticks
Whole lotta wok
I got the garments y'all can't even rock
You ain't got no hoe, cause she with me
You ain't got no bands, you a lil' fein
You a lil' fake thug, you ain't got no stick with a beam
You ain't got no stick with a drum
You ain't got no bitch with a bum
You ain't got no hoes at all
Stats show, you a bitch, you fallin' off
Stats show, you a bitch, you fallin' off
Stats show, you ain't got no fans at all
Stats show, you a bitch, you fallin' off
Stats show, you ain't got no fans at all
You ain't got no friends
Nobody f*ck with you for real, you ain't got no fans
You ain't got no bands, you so down bad, you would f*ck on a trans
You ain't got no bands, you so down bad, you would f*ck on a trans
Codeine all in my Sprite, I got a sick bitch, why would I fight
Why would I fight
Whole lotta guns, I got a whole lotta sticks
Whole lotta wok
I got the garments y'all can't even rock
You ain't got no hoe, cause she with me
You ain't got no bands, you a lil' fein
You a lil' fake thug, you ain't got no stick with a beam
You ain't got no stick with a drum
You ain't got no bitch with a bum
You ain't got no hoes at all
Stats show, you a bitch, you fallin' off