She the type to blow just like C4
Fiend for the D like I was givin´ her dope (That shit still clappy, though)
Uh, uh (Yeah)

Got that beat from Jumbo (Uh, uh)
(That shit still clappy, though)

Yeah, bad ho getter, real P pusher, bad ho fucker (Yeah)
I get turnt up when I´m fuckin´ these slutties (Alright)
Yeah, call me "Mr. Drop-that-bag-and-get-shit-done-to-niggas" (Yeah)
Call me, "Mr. Pop-outside-with-all-the-bitches-with-me" (Yeah)
Call me, "Mr. Money-getter," bulletproof whipper, uh (Yeah)
Call me, "Mr. Pop-my-shit-like-a-brand-new-pimple" (Yeah)
You know she don´t fuck with him, that´s why she fuckin´ me (For real)

You know that I´m ballin´, could´ve played for Heat Elite (Uh-huh)
You know 2Rare bring all the TikTokers to the street (Yeah)
Proposin´ to a what? Bitch, I put bitches on they knees (Uh-huh)
My neck and wrist on icy, come rock my mic, please (Yeah)
And I know that she like me, but can´t do wifies (Yeah)

I´m the one from the trenches, got the hood TikTokin´ (Uh-huh)
Ran them blues up so quick, they thought they seen Sonic
Like, what the fuck? Tryna chase me, bitches tryna rape me

How the fuck I keep it a hundred when niggas barely kept it eighty?
Lil´ bitch, come through smellin´ like Bacarat, yeah, she my type of thot
She be screaming, bae, "It´s shot o´clock," she on my type of time
They seein´ red wit all these red beams, that shit like chicken pox
They lost, it´s not the end of the quarter yet, them pussies switchin´ sides
You know this Glock Kodak Black, I can´t stop, I won´t stop (Uh-huh)
Don´t you know your hair grow once you eat my cock?
Ayy, bend that ass over, yeah, I think we need to talk (Hello)
Stillettos with a fat ass, I love the way she walk (Come here)

She the type to blow just like C4
Fiend for the D like I was givin´ her dope (Huh, that shit still clappy, though)

She just want me ´cause I´m a rapping street nigga (Ha)
She don´t want you because she lettin´ me hit her (Ha)
I´m a top ten, but I´m not ten
Phone ringin´ like I´m boxin´ off the Roxannes
If you see me in the buildin´, please don´t let my opps in
He gon´ either get punched by me or shot by my mans (Where that pole that?)
All this ice and gold on, I look like I´m Frozone (Ha)

You don´t want me to have her, nigga, take your ho home (Go home)
I´m a fresh ass, put a threat on a threat ass (Shit)
I get dressed last, my bag elastic, a stretch bag (Yee, ha)

She the type to blow just like C4
Fiend for the D like I was givin´ her dope (That shit still clappy, though)
What? What? What?
That shit still clappy, though (Wow-wow, wow-wow)

I want a thirty inch bustdown middle part right now (Wow-wow)
Make it twerk then (Wow-wow, what?)

Make it, make it twerk then (What? What?), huh, ha
Make it twerk then
Make it twerk then (What? What?), uh
(Wow-wow) Yeah
(Wow-wow) Yeah
(Wow-wow) Yeah
(Wow-wow) Yeah