Huh, I think I'm done with that hoe
I think I'm done with that bitch
Slatt still clutching the stick
Yeah, I'm still clutching the five
Can't trust her with your lie
But I just posted my drop, but I can't wait for them niggas to slide
Geeked up, so damn high
Geeked up, out of my mind
Pulled up, whole lotta bands
Yeah, nigga, I'm in my prime
I just went and f*cked on a fan
Still got a stick in my hand
That bitch she said I'm the man
I think she's know I'm the man
I smoke dope all day
I smoke dope, all god damn day
Young nigga, clutching the five
And my lil' brother, he clutching the K
F*ck with that hoe, she a vibe
When she come around, I'll be having my way
Yeah, nigga, so f*cking high
Can't even lie, had a real good day
Yeah, you know that bitch so bad
I made these broke boys mad
Flex on these broke boys, yeah
Huh, I hit that hoe from the side
I hit that hoe from the back
Yeah I just f*cked up her back
Yeah, I think I'm done with that hoe
Damn I'm done f*cking that hoe
I just pulled up to the store
Because I need some more soda
Now I'm trying to pour up some drank
Damn these hoes don't think, I just came back from the bank
It's just me and my f*cking kutta
No, you ain't gang, ain't taking a risk
You ain't my f*cking brother, buddy
I pop that X, I pop G6
I mix it in my muddy
Been getting high, high as a bitch
No I can't see above me
I only need to see what's in front of me
I'm whipping the scat, 120
Slime slatt, Jeff Hardy
Touched down, in my city
In that f*cking unreleased whip
In that f*cking bat mobile bitch
I'm trying to be done with the tris
But it's keeping me fly, Southwest
And it's keeping me high as a gutter
I don't ride without my Beretta
Not without my 92FS
Rockstar lifestyle, Madonna
I just spent your life on fabrics
Yeah, yeah, undercover
I keep me some shooters with dog tags
Yeah, yeah, stay with them soldiers
I think I'm done with that hoe
I think I'm done with that