Yeah
So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (Bitch)
Fuck nigga (Yeah, bitch)
You can´t come around if you ain´t gang, this only member shit

So many fast dudes, nigga, I can start a dealership (On God)
You can´t come around if you ain´t gang, this only member shit (You can´t)
Niggas play my songs and be like, "I don´t think y´all hearin´ him"
She be gettin´ cracked by everybody, that bitch a chicken head
Try to lay her down, fucked up and I missed the bed (Fuck)
Finna text my favorite ex and be like, "Bae, I miss the head" (Bae, I miss you)
The Draco like a hair stylist, this bitch don´t miss a dread (It don´t)
Ayy, who sellin´ a pint bottle? I kind of miss the meds
Ridin´ in a lil´ eater, it´s a five-seven (Uh-huh)

Not even a week later, it turned into a ´Cat (On God)
She said she don´t be fuckin´ when she first be meetin´ niggas (She just talkin´)
That same night, I took her home and turned her to a hat
Missionary, then she tried to kiss me, I turned her to the back
Niggas got on Fxce and I ain´t get back, bro, imagine that (That shit sound crazy)
That nigga scary with his gun, so just imagine lack (It´s over)
That nigga heard the Scat and fucked around and hopped the fence, huh
She playin´ it crazy, but I know she wanna hop on dick
If it´s just me and Zay, I already know that he gon´ hop on tip (I´m knowin´)

Nigga thought his shit was safe because he locked his whip (That´s me)
Told her this a Bnb, this is not my crib (Bitch)
Got some shit that put niggas to sleep, I keep it by the bed
I usually had twelve pints of Quagen I keep inside the shed (On God)
Chrome Heart with the see-through lens, I feel like Malcolm X, huh
I ain´t the type to argue with you ´cause I forgot to text, huh
You gon´ have to call
How the fuck he upped the score and he ain´t even have the ball? (Fuck?)
Have my nigga come walk you down, he ain´t even have to jog
She said she wanna fuck, it just can´t get back to dog, man, he better not piss me off

´Rango on the floor, you make this play and I might break you off (Yeah)
Twenty hoes on me, call up the gang ´cause I can´t take ´em all (I can´t)
I can´t keep track of all my hoes, I´m finna make a log
This four-five a crossover, this bitch´ll make you fall, huh
That´s my secret weapon
Bless him with the Gen5, he got a seat to Heaven (Uh-huh)
I liked a picture and my bitch say, "You look so desperate"
Every girl that I done hit, man, I treated ´em so special (Swear to God)
Some wish they never met me (Fuck ´em)
Give me the heats, bruh, they don´t ever check me (They don´t)

This a ´Cat, put a CH on the back, bro, they gon´ have to catch me, huh (You get it?)
My lil´ bitch so bad, but she always got me stressin´
Big-ass AR in the closet, it´s built like Lisa Leslie
Hmm, nigga (Yeah)
Built like Lisa Leslie (Okay)
Big-ass AR in the closet built like Lisa Leslie
Nigga ask me, "How much for a track?" I´m like, "At least eleven"
We already got clientele, nigga, ain´t no need for testers (Bitch)
Huh, nah, ain´t no need for testers (It ain´t)
I´m high as hell ´cause I was treatin´ the drank like a beverage
If it ain´t no motherfuckin´ pape´, then I don´t even accept it

Yeah
It´s with a X, nigga
Striker gang, striker boys, walk down gang
Know what the fuck goin´ on
What up, Jay?