I been still countin' blues while I left off said he hard as f*ck, I guess he went soft
All these bitches on my dick, I can't f*ck em
All So I call up bro, straight pound town where it at?,
Oops at the concert, so I tell the DJ, run it back
762., hit em' all in his back
Said the opps on what, man, them jits run track
Said you seen who?, bitch, man, double f*ckin' back
Straight Number Nine shit, man, where you f*ckin' at
Swear to god up on my life, bitch, I'ma hit you with this mac
All these bitches on my dick, man these bitches are sum nats
All the opps on some stupid shit, like, bitch, double back aye
How you talkin' all that shit, but your bitch gettin' f*cked
How the hell you talkin' all that shit, but your grandma dead
Jits don't understand me, I guess they special ed,
I'm done talking to these stupid ass jits, hit em' make that boy Fa Fa, make him back back
Run up in my house, swear to God, you gon' die alone, on some real murder gang shit, hit em' in his Vlone
Talkin shit about the song, man, tell the DJ run it up(turn it up)
Been gettin' hella cash, I been runnin' up
Still buyin' rubber bands, still seal it up
Your bitch still suck it up, she don't give a f*ck,
You're Bad bitch, sent the low, she don't give a f*ck
I'm done sendin' threats, we gon' f*ckin' pull up
Hit em' in his f*cking gut with a Timmy Tuck
(Hit'em up hit'em hit'em up)
(Haha big 100k bitch)