Yeah, I got my chains on fuckin' yo' bitch
I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don't know how to miss
Niggas talk down on the gang, then I'm banging ya', bitch
I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I'm not sick
I got some codeine all in my piss
She givin' me head, yeah
And we made a mess 'cause shawty just kept on spittin'
I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go
But she wasn't even tryna listen
Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door
Better watch yo' bitches
Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door
Better watch yo' backs
I can't forget when I was down bad
Takin' off from the plug for a bag
I can't forget when I was down bad
It was so much shit I ain't have
Now I got all this money
I didn't even need school, I can count it fast
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid
Bitch, do the math
Talk 'bout a hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid
Bitch, do the math
Talk 'bout some money, some money, some money, some money, some money
I'm talkin' 'bout that cash
Talk 'bout some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches
And they all bad
I'm gettin' richer, and richer, and richer, and richer, and richer
Bitch, oh yeah
They hatin' on me 'cause I'm the young nigga that went and got to the bag
Yeah, they wanna be me, huh
They hate that they not, that shit so sad
Yeah, they hatin' they hoes
Tryna just fuck on me and my gang, oh yeah
Yeah, and they hatin' they bitches
Tryna come kick it with me and the gang, oh yeah
She spent one day with me
I turn her up and now she famous, yeah
Shawty go put some brand-new ice, my chain is swangin', bitch, oh yeah
I'm in a Hellcat whip, I'm huggin' the curb
I'm swangin' this bitch, oh yeah
Out with the gang, yeah, they so insane
They spinnin' like carousel
Bitch, I'm on fire like Kerosene
My boy bang the fire, yeah, he bleed
I was real fire, yeah, I was really excited for a blue check on IG
I keep some blue strips all on me
I spent twelve-hundred on some sneaks
I'm spreadin' the swag, like a disease
He smokin' swag, that boy cheap
Yeah, I got my chains on fuckin' yo' bitch
I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don't know how to miss
Niggas talk down on the gang, then I'm banging ya', bitch
I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I'm not sick
I got some codeine all in my piss
She givin' me head, yeah
And we made a mess 'cause shawty just kept on spittin'
I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go
But she wasn't even tryna listen
Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door
Better watch yo' bitches
Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door
Better watch yo' backs