(Welcome to hell)
Bitch I'm runnin'
I got pounds in the mattress
Fake ass bitch, she a opp, she an actress
Fakin' on the gram
He not really sippin' ac bitch
Talking on the internet, we'll find out where you at bitch
We gon' pull up to your house, to your crib
You'll be real, real lucky if you motherfuckers live
Better open up the door before we blow it like a bitch
We gon' spin the block like a motherfuckin' disc
SpotemGottem, boy this chop gon' make him beat box
Said that he get bitches but he fuckin' with some e-thots
Now he cryin', now he mad, now he pissed off
I'd be mad too if I looked like a lil' bitch bruh
My Glock just like faygo, take you off the map boy
V.I.P, bitch we coming through the back boy
Smoke him like a blunt, we gon' turn 'em to a pack boy
I know you like it when your shawty calls you "bad boy"
Bitch, I'm runnin'
I got pounds in the mattress
Fake ass bitch, she an opp, she an actress
Fakin' on the gram
He not really sippin' ac bitch
Talking on the internet, we'll find out where you at bitch
We gon' pull up to your house, to your crib
You'll be real, real lucky if you motherfuckers live
Better open up the door before we blow it like a bitch
We gon' spin the block like a motherfuckin' disc