Keep my blicky for when shit get sticky My bitch not no pick-me (Fah) If she with me, she don´t want you ´less she know you run your city (Nah, for real) If you wanna hit her, hit me She see me, I´m P like Diddy (Yee) Even if she picky, she gon´ probably pick me, bitch, I´m litty (Bitch, I´m litty) Carti, Marni, new Givenchy (Richie) Patek, presi´, Richard Millie (Millie) He say he gon´ kill me? I pull up with switchy, oh, really? Spin, spin, ´til I´m dizzy Pew-pew-pew, then up my semi Bah, bah, hit him, get him (Bah) Oh, that´s them? Let´s get busy (Huh, yeah) Bro play with that pity, he get dizzy tryna work that rizzy (Yee)
Yeah, I play with crizzy, work my wristy when I cook that Whitney (Yee) If I shoot and miss him, double back, like, "Hey, guys, did you miss me?" (Hey, guys) Let me see an opp, I get to trippin´, spear his ass like Britney (Huh) We been tryna hit a head Can´t find him, go get his mans (Get his man) I´m Doe Boy in that mini-van 50 Cent, many men (Oh, really?) I pull up and bake him with that Drakey, I´m a Drizzy fan (Huh) Hit his dome with my mitt on, I´m from Michigan (Huh)
I´m Beezy with the switchy (Brrt, brrt, Doe Beezy) And that´s Skilla with the Richie Millie, silly I just wanna fuck, but I might lick it if she pretty (Mwah, come here, baby) Need a million minimal for my bitch, she so picky (Mwah, come here, baby) She don´t want you ´less she heard you run your city (Fool) Brought my glizzy to his house, first time I went met Diddy (No bap)
With this fifty, nigga, I don´t show no pity (No bap) We got dead bodies, we get busy, nigga, seriously (Think I´m playin´?) Come through with the Drac´, rrah, ho, get down (Grrah, baow-baow-baow-baow) My youngins kill on camera, don´t give a fuck, they gon´ sit down (Grrah, baow-baow-baow-baow) A murder case ain´t nothin´, bitch, my felons hold it down (Grrah, baow-baow-baow-baow) Catch a rapper lackin´, snatch his chain at Rolling Loud (Oh, really? Haha) I´m RBMG, they don´t trust us, we be schemin´ (Rubberband Money Gang) Had her on my list, I got rich and fucked my dream bitch (Mwah, come here, baby) Nigga, you´s a snitch, up the blick and get to tweakin´ (Grrah, baow-baow-baow-baow)
Karaoke diamonds, they might bust out, get to singin´ (Mariah) They know I´m a star by the way them bitches twinklin´ Chopper blow his phone up ´til he answer, keep on ringin´ it (Grrt) Hello? Now it´s goodbye, man down in East Cleveland Don´t jump in that water, boy, you divin´ in the deep end (Boom)
Every time we slide, a nigga gon´ get fapped up (Go) Black truck, bitch, back up, I don´t need no backup (Yee) Fully on the .308, this bitch hit like a Mack Truck (Baow) If your ass get snatched up (Yee), please just don´t point at us, huh (Let´s go) She a lease, but I can´t lie, that bitch with the shits (Go) Pink and white diamonds, shrimp and grits on my wrist (Oh, really?) Broke lil´ biddy boy, can´t no shrimp hit my bitch (Fool)
Put me on a lick the only one way she get a kiss (Mwah, come here, baby, uh)