What´s crackin´? What? (What?) Or whatever I´m brackin´ on, bitch Yeah, that my blood (That my blood), I got all Fives ´round this bitch These hoes wan´ fuck, these niggas can´t fuck with none of us in this bitch I´ma hit at your clique with the stick (Baow) Make me turn your lil´ boys to a lick (A lick) I got stripper big booty bitches blowin´ up on my phone Too much swag, stylist come, I try on clothes inside of my home Put yo´ bitch in VLone Bitch, play what you please long as you don´t put no QC on Bitch, I make you bleed, ho Bitch, I know I bleed, ho Bang a red flag, big B, ho (Hell, yeah)
Bitch, get on your knees, ho (Yeah, yeah) Come on, suck it with no teeth, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I´m rich, I´m rich, I´m rich, bitch, I´m rich as shit Come get it, got to whip it Know I got to whip it, nigga, come and get your bitch Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a thottie wit´ a badass body I don´t play that shit, I keep that chopper I might buy me a Maserati Shoot that drum at that bitch, it´s a thottie ´Fore I give you my shit, you know I´ma pop it Bitch, give me yo´ soul, give me yo´ body Swag up, the bitch pop out for mama I get high in this bitch, on soul I´m so high in this bitch, I´m gone
I might make her pack a nigga, bitch, come touch your toes Still´ll make a R&B bitch come here and hand off her phone Give a fuck ´bout how good she can sing, bitch, get that phone, yeah
Bitch, get that phone, ho Huh, bitch, get that phone, yeah-yeah Huh, bitch, get that phone, ho Bitch, get that phone, oh yeah-yeah-yeah
My brothers, they kick in that door (Yeah-yeah) I don´t like that nigga, a ho (Yeah-yeah) I don´t like that lil´ boy´s bitch I do not like my ho for to hear none of these songs Like when I breakin´ her back to my songs
Makin´ these bitches take racks at home Clingy type of time you on Buy me clothes that fit me right I don´t know who fuckin´ side you on I just know that this wrong and they real right I ain´t fuckin´ on her at night I ain´t put money on yo´ head, that´s right Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five You know slime could get this party hype Shootout, soon as I get outside Rudolph, beam on his nose and eyes Chew-out, which one gon´ eat me right? Geeky, lil´ geek, I´m higher than high, uh-huh I´m a geek, I been geeked and I´m higher than high, bitch I get higher with her when I´m shoppin´ online, bitch, yeah I can get out my words through this everytime (Bitch, yeah)
Yeah, and this bitch is a geek without you on my side (Bitch, yeah) You not my slime, bitch, don´t play with my money you know you might die (Bitch, yeah) I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah) I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)
I got more money than you lil´ boys, y´all some bitches (Bitch, yeah) I can´t even drive and got more cars, your shit is leased or rented (Bitch, yeah) Know we make shit hype, pop out Rolls Royce, on back got switches (Bitch, yeah) I don´t give no fuck ´bout who a star, I don´t want you bitches (Bitch, yeah)