I ain't f*ckin' that bitch, she get FaceTime
My trap phone bling like a dateline
I be high as hell in Louis like all the time
If a nigga a wanna book me, then do the crime
I'ma shoot the nigga, I'ma do the time for it
Maybach Benz, Cartier wrist let me talk my shit
I'm gettin' it in, need a bitch that trick, I need a bitch that's rich
I'm on the vip, with a whole lotta yeah somebody hold my blick
I ain't gon' fall out with none of my niggas about no dollars
You ain't on real P pusher you ain't got no powder
Aye it take time to count this shit, nigga, give me a hour
Aye, yeah, the bitch suck dick so good, I'ma give her flowers for it
Aye, slidin' in an all black Benz, I pray it don't crash it Lord
Aye, look at that dial, it's time to bust this bitch down
Niggaa want war, I'm ready for it, I ride with a hunnid rounds
How does one get to where Woes at ? You gotta figure it out
How does one find where some lows at ? You know it ain't a drought
These niggas be police, the bitch gon' f*ck, cause the bitch chose me
Nigga, I'm OD, I'm high as hell, I rapped on the wrong beat
I need me some forgies, you know damn well them bitches ain't four g's
Neimans don't know you, but with a whole lot of what, them niggas gon' know me
Aye, yeah, them niggas gon' know me
Neimans don't know you, but with a whole lot of what, them niggas gon' know me
I ain't f*ckin' that bitch, she get FaceTime
My trap phone bling like a dateline
I be high as hell in Louis like all the time
If a nigga a wanna book me, then do the crime
I'ma shoot the nigga, I'ma do the time for it