[Intro: Etika]
It's 2:26, hold on, you tryna—
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold it on
Stop the stream, it's 2:26 AM in Cali right now, dogs
This niggas got a bedtime, what the fuck?
[Chorus: mol$ & wonder]
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfuckin' drop, bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm cappin', catch you lackin', dummy, I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks (Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: wonder, mol$, mol$ & wonder]
I'm a bad-ass bitch, pass my bestie the stick
'Cause I pull up with just my fist while they got choppers equipped
I got some badass bitches who gon' fuck with my shit
While you stay nameless at the functions, they don't know who you is
Bitch send 'em back, I keep it a stack
Next time I see you, we'll be wearing black
I cannot relax, I've been in your bag
Today, you just in my way, your bitch give me a message to relay (Grah)
She don't need you, babe, all this fuckin' money make me cray
'Cause I'm that bitch with the big bag, I pull up on your bitch ass
I get my purple wig and then I head into the kick bag
Fuck that bitch, shit, fuckin' image
I don't play 'round with these women, brush my extensions
I shut him up before he even finishin' his sentence
I don't even check up on him, he visit my mentions, uh, uh
Me and mol$ too cold, we don't fuck with you hoes
And you a broke ass hoe and I got money to blow, uh
It's 2:26, hold on, you tryna—
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold it on
Stop the stream, it's 2:26 AM in Cali right now, dogs
This niggas got a bedtime, what the fuck?
[Chorus: mol$ & wonder]
Put a rocket to your throat and make you motherfuckin' drop, bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks
Think I'm cappin', catch you lackin', dummy, I'm a boss bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
Pull up to your pad and wet it up, like a mop, bitch
I'm a boss bitch, baby, I'm a boss bitch
All my shooters ninjas, take you out with some chopsticks (Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: wonder, mol$, mol$ & wonder]
I'm a bad-ass bitch, pass my bestie the stick
'Cause I pull up with just my fist while they got choppers equipped
I got some badass bitches who gon' fuck with my shit
While you stay nameless at the functions, they don't know who you is
Bitch send 'em back, I keep it a stack
Next time I see you, we'll be wearing black
I cannot relax, I've been in your bag
Today, you just in my way, your bitch give me a message to relay (Grah)
She don't need you, babe, all this fuckin' money make me cray
'Cause I'm that bitch with the big bag, I pull up on your bitch ass
I get my purple wig and then I head into the kick bag
Fuck that bitch, shit, fuckin' image
I don't play 'round with these women, brush my extensions
I shut him up before he even finishin' his sentence
I don't even check up on him, he visit my mentions, uh, uh
Me and mol$ too cold, we don't fuck with you hoes
And you a broke ass hoe and I got money to blow, uh
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