Shorty, what's the word? I ain't talkin' 'bout an anagram
Countin' up my guala, bitch I'm pullin' up with hella bands
Pull up on a nigga, and the .40 finna make him dance
Bitch she hella bad, and she tryna get up in my pants
Ice on my neck, and this shit is kinda heavy
Pop out to the function, and a nigga in Givenchy
Shorty want the money 'cuz she know that I got plenty
Nigga wanna diss, they see me up, you can't befriend me
Choppa make him backflip
I let the MAC spit
Nigga said he with it 'till my niggas get him packed in
Nigga's talkin' crazy, but I never see him acting
I just want the money, gotta get the fuckin' racks in
Nigga finna fly, we don't care if he apologize
Pull up with that fye, hit a nigga with like hella .9s
Shorty wanna vibe, get the grabba, she get hella high
Totin' .45s, we gon' send that nigga hella high
Totin' on a rocket
I let the chop spit
Kinda crazy what I got up in my pocket
Being broke ain't a mothafuckin' option
Big chopstick, finna get an opp hit
Nigga's pistol packin', we ain't gone until we lackin'
So we never fuckin' lackin'
Bitch I'm tryna get the backends
Shorty lookin' like an actress
And I think that she the baddest
So I pull up in that Jag', and lil' shorty showin' backend
Bad friends, switch up on a nigga for the clout tree
Niggas wanna talk but they don't know nothing about me
Hit him with the blick, in your chest is where the rounds be
Pull up in the whip, goin' faster than the sound speed
Shorty wanna hit me for some bands, I can't wife that
But she kinda bad, so you know I had to pipe that
Thought he lost a chain? Nigga go and get yo ice back
A nigga wanna test me, he couldn't get his life back