(Toot that ho, Barnes)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Bitch

Ayy, pour up a four of some Wock´, I been leanin´ like crazy
Niggas can´t take my spot ´cause they lazy
You know I been running this shit for a minute
The fuck? Niggas tryna erase me
All these bad bitches be tryna rape me
These niggas get greedy, then start actin´ shady
I come from the block, know that shit kind´ve made me
Now I ball ever season like Brady
And these niggas broke, that´s the reason they hatin´
Hit his bitch with a stroke, now she stalking my page
I´m locked in with the loc´s, so you know what I´m bangin´
Got partners that´s Bloods, I don´t care what they claming

´Cause we hit the club, if I swing, then they swangin´
Just got some new drip and I can´t even name it
I just got a new whip, that bitch pushing two-eighty, it´s crazy
I just spent a brick on my baby
We´re selling three fives, ballin´ hard like I´m Katie
What´s rule number five? Think that they safe tryna play me
You know we outside, that´s your city that raised me
I´m lit, who you know making hits from the pavement
I came a long way from hittin´ licks like the takers
Been ballin´ so hard, kind´ve feel like the Lakers

Bro Kobe, I´m Shaq and these niggas is faking
600 4L, bitch, come sign to the label

I really been having this shit online, go check the keypad and deadbolt
Try to reach for my chain and get reunited with Jesus and all of your dead folks
See, I started with raw, then I went cooked up the rock before people´s elbow
Ran over the game and then I start smoking these niggas, Suge Knight in the red coat
I been having more chicken than Chick-fil-A
Tell Ben Frank, "It´s my pleasure"
When they study sororities, alpha´s, omega, just in case I need to step better
See, I´m in the spot with ´bout fifty O´s, nigga, Floyd Mayweather

I been getting paper, yes, I´m on top of my shit, I´m a motherfucking page hitter
Bang orange and blue like the Astros
Diamonds swim on me like a tadpole
Just to give me an edge, I start sippin´ oil, my double cup full of that Castro
And you know that I´m hot, Tabasco
Gold ropes on me like a lasso
Try to get out of pocket and get your ass smoked like a Cuban (Ayy), Fidel Castro

Since a nigga came up, I ain´t even gon´ lie, I been having my way, fucking bad hoes
Yeah, I got me some money, but don´t think it´s funny
The fuck, do you think that this bag for?
I just got a new glizzy, my clip is extended, he run, bet I knock off his backbone

I ain´t gon´ lie, my shit roll like a trap phone
Hit the road, get the bag and come back home

Steady spittin´ this shit like a camel
Burberry coat came from a mammal
And the stick on me and I´m ready to fire, I feel like a motherfucking candle
Go out in the blaze like Just
Talk too much shit and get flushed
In the Airbnb, probably get my dick suck while I beat all these levels in Candy Crush
You can´t stay at my crib, pick your panties up
Oh, you mad? Well, ha, ha, ho, you let me fuck
I just know you lil´ niggas ain´t man enough
Made me a mill´ in a year, ho, I run it up

See, I learned how to step in these Gucci shoes
Designated to drive and shoot it too
Catch me at a pool party with so many women that still tryna show me they hoot-a-doo (I do it)