[Intro]
Look, look, look, huh, huh
[Verse 1]
Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin’
They know I make it happen, I ain’t rappin’ (Uh-uh)
I’m on dope pack, bitch, and I’m actin’ (Yeah)
He’ll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him (Haha)
Pop your top with that, it’s up and stashed, it can’t sow back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through, swervin’ with that black Beretta
Rolling Loud, one million-dollar cash, what ’bout Coachella?
I want that shit that make you flash, ’cause it smoke better
Racks on a nigga ho’, racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil’ nigga broke, I put his ass on top the stretcher
I’ll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch
Talkin’ ’bout beefin’, when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
Man, I hate a pussy nigga
[Chorus]
Yeah, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Pussy boy, I see you lookin’, nigga
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin’ in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out, wavin’ with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga
I’ma act bad, and I’m gon’ flash out thesе thirty jiggas
Get in my feelings ’bout my cousin, and we murder niggas
I’ma gеt him zipped, straight off the rip, that’s if he swervin’ with you
Claim that he red, know who he is, you got ’em servin’ with you
I’m a big truck (What?)
Roll off them pills, inside the field, I can not slip up
We don’t give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin’
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil’ mama, “Let me feel somethin'”
[Verse 2]
I really be doin’ them things that them niggas inpersonatin’
Them pussy niggas, they ain’t ’bout nothin’, and they soldier hatin’
I’ll rob you, bitch, I’ll shoot you, bitch, I’ll jack you out your paper
Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I’m tryna face ’em
I don’t trust no bitch, no
I know that that ho’ gon’ fuck on anybody lit around
Know I’m with that shit, come from that trench, pullin’ kick doors
They won’t let me ball, they wanna see a nigga fall down
Want me to help ’em out or slit my throat, because they been broke
[Chorus]
Yeah, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Pussy boy, I see you lookin’, nigga
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin’ in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out, wavin’ with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga
I’ma act bad, and I’m gon’ flash out these thirty jiggas
Get in my feelings ’bout my cousin, and we murder niggas
I’ma get him zipped, straight off the rip, that’s if he swervin’ with you
Claim that he red, know who he is, you got ’em servin’ with you
I’m a big truck (What?)
Roll off them pills, inside the field, I can not slip up
We don’t give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin’
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil’ mama, “Let me feel somethin'”