It's a ice cream sundae on my mother f*cking wrist
Yeah you know I'm with the gunplay yeah you know I talk my shit
Yeah I'm on the Gucci runway yeah you know I got that blick
Spent all my money with that nigga Wafi I ain't give my mama shit
Yeah you know we sipping Tris in these double cups
At Crazy Girls I always gotta throw a dub
Niggas get the little bowls now they think that they the plug
Niggas don't want to face the woes cause they ain't got no money
I was trapping all night until the shit was sunny
Now I'm rappin, charge a hundred thousand I aint even saying nothing
Hop up in that Lamb press the mother f*cking button
All these pussy niggas ham acting like Joe Budden
I hit the bitch like "wassam" I'm tryna f*ck on something
Taking pictures with my white fans I hope I don't look ugly
All the stripper hoes love me yeah I know
All them bitches shake that ass for lil Woes
Everyday I'm always smoking gas I'm always in the zone
I remember days in the trap I barely switched my clothes
This nigga need a job he don't know how to sell an O
I got rich off freestyles I aint gotta change my flow
We got birds coming in don't say nothing on this phone
I need thirty minutes and a money counter
Always wanted water but I aint think that I'd be drowning
Before I sign that deal I'm calling lawyers and accountants
To get to where I'm at you gotta drive the hills and hit the mountains
I'd never though it'd be like this
I got everybody bitch wanting to be my bitch
Aye when u living like the Woes it get like this
It's a ice cream sundae on my mother f*cking wrist
Yeah you know I'm with the gunplay yeah you know I talk my shit
Yeah I'm on the Gucci runway yeah you know I got that blick
Spent all my money with that nigga Wafi I ain't give my mama shit