Yeah, huh
Wonder if my Drac´ catchin´ feelings ´cause I´m layin´ with it
Huh, bitch (It´s with an X, nigga, Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that shit, aw shit)

Niggas tryna stack they money up and I´m playin´ in it
All I want is blues, feel like twenties have my hands itchin´
Walk in with a full-body K, it´s in my pants leg
Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin´
Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (They gone now)

Lil´ bitch suck the whole thing, that lil´ ho got head head (Head)
Gotta clear my PO box, it´s filled with all fan mail
I just got a brand-new striker, nigga, I can´t stand still (I can´t)
I don´t leave the crib, they on my ass more than my fans is (Yeah)

Hoes can´t come just by theyself no more, bitch, where your friends is? (Uh-uh)
My cup just asked me, "Do you love me? For real, you just sayin´ that" (You ain´t)
My bitch be watchin´ who I follow back, she don´t be playin´ that
Switchy on it, tap the trigger, gang, don´t just be sprayin´ that
He said, "It´s a striker ´round," I said, "Let me see" (Come on)
Don´t bring nobody around, he gang to you, but he ain´t to me (Bitch)
Real hitters, bitch, we all pits, we ain´t friendly (Yeah)
I seen more bitches open up they mouth than a dentist (Huh)
Really I been chillin´, havin´ my way, so how could I be mad? (I can´t)

Think my neck broke, put on a chain and I cannot look back
I don´t love no nat, I love racks (I make love)
Don´t even catch a hat, catch him out and lace his ass, I feel like BMF
Guap be on my jeans, my pants so big, I can´t even see my step (Shit)
In the county, pressin´ debt potential so I can sleep in jail
Niggas tryna hit the hoes I hit like, lil´ bro, be yourself
She don´t even want tote bags no more, she said, "I need Chanel" (She be grown now)
Your bitch out here eatin´ everybody, bro, you can´t tame her, huh
Almost parked his whip and all he was tryna do was race me
Yeah, changed my feature price and they like, "Damn, why E so janky?" (Hah)

All my money blue, I think Ben Franklin need a blanket, nigga

Yeah (Bitch), huh
Wonder if my Drac´ catchin´ feelings ´cause I´m layin´ with it (What the fuck I´m doin´?)
Huh, bitch, bitch
Niggas tryna stack they money up and I´m playin´ in it (I´m trippin´)
All I want is blues, feel like twenties have my hands itchin´ (Hah)
Walk in with a full-body K, it´s in my pants leg (Big dude)
Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin´
Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (They gone now)

She keep lookin´, I´ma press the issue (Come here)
You can ask my mama, I ain´t touch no dishes, I was touchin´ pistols
Walk inside the booth and talk my shit, ain´t gotta touch a pencil
I went from tryna up another ´fit to tryna up a building
She gettin´ outta hand, bae, just play your role (What you want?)
Her nigga mad as hell she tryna play my song
Pull the money out that´s in my pocket, look like I did a show
This shit two hundred a line, I need a thousand if you spill my four
Nigga (Give me all that shit, nigga)

Yeah, huh

Wonder if my Drac´ catchin´ feelings ´cause I´m layin´ with it (What the fuck am I doin´?)
Huh, bitch, bitch
Niggas tryna stack they money up and I´m playin´ in it
All I want is blues, feel like twenties have my hands itchin´ (Blues)
Walk in with a full-body K, it´s in my pants leg
Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin´
Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (They gone now)