(Gotta cut ties with em, gotta cut ties)
(Gotta cut ties with em, yeah)
(Gotta cut ties yeah, gotta cut ties with em)
(Gotta cut ties)
Got that new drank, I got it off the shelf yeah
Got em new racks, did it by myself yeah
Got a .9 on finna go and blast em, got them racks on finna go and flex em
Ion be giving no handouts, pack em and ship em, the xans out
Bitch sucking on me she fanned out, running up who get them bands now?
Yeah bout to pour me up a four, ion give a f*ck about no ho yeah
Get the f*ck off my phone yeah, go ahead and hit up on the road yeah
Bitch I swerve off in the V, She tryna suck on the team
Scoring the wock, ain't no green, she asking me what I mean
5.56 to the dome, I got them wheels and they chrome ya ya
Ho tryna be my broad, finna go pass her around to the bro
Bitch I've been countin' my dough, bitch I've been countin' my bread ya ya
Countin' up all of them bills, countin' up all of them bands yeah yeah