Skeeo, you crazy
Look, uh, woah, woah, let´s talk, nigga
Yeah, yeah, who said they gon´ do somethin´ to me?
Bitch ass nigga, you ain´t tell nigga you don´t wanna do nothin´ with me

Yeah, look

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don´t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I´m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that´s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let´s get it, run into you niggas, it´s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "Say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin´ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin´, so y´all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone

I need a nigga who dead
Gon´ lay in your bag, gon´ lose your head, bitch
Them boys you with, they scared to light
Turn red, we leave you dead with it
I´m smokin´, tryna focus
Now I´m called on me, pay her rent
Lil´ posted nigga said that Quando got me tryna solve shit
Been waitin´ your mans, it´s like he ran up, switch ´em back with drums in
Shoot your front door, if you don´t know, we don´t choose, bitch, I don´t pick
These niggas been tryna steal my style, don´t try see what I´ma come with
But I ain´t got Jason, so they fuck, the engineer ain´t on shit
Shorty, hol´ on, put that pussy on me, want me, I don´t see

How lil´ mama done fit all that ass up in those jeans?
I got plenty hundreds on me, just won´t lean, I don´t smoke weed
And I got a slam just for your slam for who condone me

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don´t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I´m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that´s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let´s get it, run into you niggas, it´s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "Say my name loud"

And I been official, hidin´ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin´, so y´all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone

You´ll lose your life
´Cause they been trippin´, they can´t wait ´til y´all make a wrong right
And that´s exactly how that shit turn on a better night
Yep, you just don´t know your life might end at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain´t never been inside that car
Nigga, you just grew around that shit, boy, you a bitch
And all them old ass niggas that you be runnin´
We gon´ end up on some zombie shit from a headshot, when lil´ bro and ´em swanged the switch

Who that is, say they want Top pic? Gotta put ´em on my top list
I won´t drop shit ´til I heard that he got blicks (Yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin´ green, know that be my shit
I bossed it all, them foreigns, they drop shit
Get a drop, gon´ show you they gon´ stay in´ who you with
They gon´ stay in the clip

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don´t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I´m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that´s why they had to call the feds

Come on, let´s get it, run into you niggas, it´s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "Say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin´ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin´, so y´all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone