I got all these hoes, and they line up
When I'm on the road, they can't find us
If this hoe try hop in, she gotta climb up,
I got this big bitch sittin' on the side of me
No lil' four, keep five with me
I'm tryna dunk on some like Dominique right now
Is it my bad, my fault that I can't see you
Is it my bad my fault bitch, I don't need you.
It took no time to see you through
And that shit burn me up,
I feel like she burn me up
Ooh, this lil' hoe turnt me up
Okay, cool, I ain't tryna flash out
I still press the gas on em,
Lil' bro for sure wanna be us
I'm finna swing that door I don't need yall,
Big bro still swing rock like b-ball
These hoes hit my line it ring off
Too quick, I'll get on the scene, dawg
I'll up stick in' this bitch at bingo
I don't even wanna know everything she know
Just like my flow, these hoes steal lingo
Ran off with it, I'm tryna count up C-notes
Get guap with it, no bling-bling, I don't even need those
My new lil' thing, deep throat seagull, her mouth too deep, gonna still choke
Tell her come here like how they feel, hoe
I'm riding around in all black creep real low,
Put that on God, put that on God
Put that on God, put that on God