Oh, uh
Mm-mm
Time for a new environment, new craft
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

I´m slidin´ Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)
She don´t work her ass of, she ain´t get no ass (Mhm, mhm)
I´m with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I´m up in the ´Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang ´round is drug users (Uh, uh)

Really came up out the slums too
Why you tote that gun? You know you ain´t gon´ use
Niggas go for anythin´, gettin´ bamboozled
Don´t know where I´d been if I weren´t makin´ music

But they know where I been, they just go check on Google
Don´t matter where I go, they know I´m keepin´ a tooly
Don´t matter where she go, she know I´ma run into her
Tired of givin´ niggas game, niggas treat me like a tutor
Call me Gary V, givin´ out too much game
No more outrunnin´ my check, that move bring me more pain
Remember me and dawg was spinnin´ up in that Mustang
Bust it down, Ps, we sellin´ the grams the Pat way
She gon´ come home with a sad face
Play with Boston, it´s gon´ be a bad day (Uh)
One of my goals, dine, like on a runway (Uh)

Thuggin´ niggas street like goin´ on a blind date

I´m slidin´ Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)
She don´t work her ass of, she ain´t get no ass (Mhm, mhm)
I´m with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I´m up in the ´Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang ´round is drug users (Uh, uh)

Oh, here they come, must have the funds
Pushin´ through, we havin´ plenty guns
Standin´ on that business, we ain´t havin´ fun
´Nother one, in the same coupe, that´s another one

Slidin´ Bentley coupe, jump in another one
They say the same bitch you see here, that´s another one
Fuck with them, we lockin´ in with them, then we stuck with them
Fuckin´ bitches, I ain´t never trustin´ them
Its gon be a bad day they piss me off
I´m doin´ fifty with bad bitches on the ??? game
Before that bag came, I swear, I was havin´ more litter days
I was fuckin´ the ho for the free, but now it´s like I got to pay (Yeah)
VVs havin´ clarity (Yeah), thinkin´ to myself, like, "Who the fuck wanna marry me"
I´m out here sellin´ ???, wherever that the trappers be
I got a be on beat, I know they out here plottin´ on me (Yeah)

Bust down, diamonds havin´ clarity (Yeah)
Tell me, why do they wanna ??? the savage in me?
However, you actin´ a friend just please do it in the back of me
I´m tired gettin´ with friends, don´t know how them niggas keep askin´ me
Say they got my back, but keep on stabbin´ on me
I ain´t even askin´ ´bout what happenin´ to me
And the B be in the back of the beat
Man, the back of the beat (Back of the beat, back of the beat)

I´m slidin´ Bentley coup, paper tag (Mhm-hm, mhm-hm)
She don´t work her ass of, she ain´t get no ass (Mhm, mhm)
I´m with a ticker bitch, she got more ass, way more cash

High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I´m up in the ´Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang ´round is drug users (Uh, uh)

Ew, hold up
Hang around drug users (Uh, uh)
Hang around drug users
Hang around drug users
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)