My fiend get codeine so her buns be stuffed
Better slow down on that lean don't want no bubble gut
Bitch you can't smoke for free come get yo stomach touched
If you ain't stacking to a key then you ain't one of us
(Yeaaaaa...)
Now them doors open
Rich fiend came to the hood and got her Porsche stolen
Move them grams after gram that's the new slogan
Smoke the za out the pig it got the room floating
(Yeaaaa...)
Bitch Imma star in the trap new name Patrick (Patrick Star)
Cracking cards off the Mac that's VPN trapping
You ain't never use a nigga social stole his taxes
Bitch I'm the black Uncle Sam cause for these grams I'm taxing
Man they love that needle
Man my life feel like a movie, I should move in Regal
Ya pockets on skinny bitch my pockets beanie seagle
Sell a hunnid grams then switch the phone I don't trust the people
Hold on Bali run it back
My pockets beanie seagle
That mean they fat
Bitch I coulda went to Howard got them racks
I'm getting rich off the dog I love my pets
Bitches faking pregnancies they tryna my mans
We caught her drinking on the live it went against her plans
Her little sister been a smut we should've checked the gram
$3.99 to see her pussy all up on the cam
(Yea and I ain't capping
Real street nigga I been trapping
On some shit doe
Been getting money nigga)
If you really wanna kill me nigga come and find me
I'm in the trap everyday I prolly served ya mommy
Been rocking Polo since a baby I ain't fuck with Tommy
Slide with them Macs and them Ks when we want a homi
Hold on, hold on Bali run it back
Slide with them Macs and them Ks when we tryna clap
Bitch I'm really tryna kill you this ain't for no rap
And I'm swerving out in traffic glizzy on my lap
(Uh Oh!)
Bitch you in traffic
You don't got it on yo side this kill an automatic
My skin curl when you around so it must be static
They said Melo he the one he the first to blast it