Instrumental You little dirty bitch It was 20k to get my teeth fixed Steady drinking lean Smoking za bitch I was cheefing Why you acting like a preacher Sellin pussy you a eater Why you actin like a dealer You got some problems I don't need em It's true I came from the slums It's true I used to be a bum Now my bank account strong And I ain't talkin on no phone The only fans must be running out Your lies steady coming out You gone lose you better settle down The only screws is when we nail em down Bitch That's them body's I don't be talkin about that shit You mental gone Bitch you fake like that shit up in yo hips You know I'm strong Slow ain't got no sense Fucked yo friend she suckin dick And when you speak up on my name Put some respect up on my shit You little midget strippin bitch I hit the blunt and talk my shit And why you steady going live Lookin dumb ain't making sense I'm in the stu I'm making hits Mikey? He brought the kick And a bitch can't get nun from me Boy You better ask that bitch Ayy nigga Instrumental Ayy