You just got 50s Oh that's such a pity I spent all my racks in the back of the city I bang out the trap If I see it I hit it And I'm finna say it I'm jaded I'm quitting I sit in the back and she sit on my lap Bitch carry my strap till I want it back I don't wanna leave you But I do not need you Take a picture w my strap Post the picture I'm hit a lick and Baby run it back for I hit you with a trigger finger Shawty we can talk about your ex but we both know I'm bigger Know she wanna fuck but her bestest friend is bigger thicker And I wish I bounced back off of all the liquor Now a mf begging j to take a picture If you wanna talk about it baby hit the Twitter I don't wanna talk to shawty so I let the homie hit her Imma bust on cam Say she fell in love you can't trust that man Yardy know imma take all your bands Imma scam 20 on my feet cool 60 on my hand I don't wanna leave you But I do not need you Whipping the roles Say givenchy on clothes Designer down all of my hoes they don't fold Comin in four Bust in the door and totem them poles Yah that bitch finna blow I don't wanna leave you But I do not need you Ciao!