[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch, when you speakin' on my gang, put some respect on it
Now she lyin’ to the boy, I don't stress on it
Bitch, I don't need an army with me, to the neck totin’
Whole dick down her throat, leave her neck swollen
P-Lo brought the bass bouncin', throw it back, bitch
Hold up, turn the beat up, this shit slap, bitch
I don't shop at Nordstrom Rack, this from Saks Fifth
Oh, you'll kill me over that ho? Bro, you that pissed? (Nerd)
And nigga, I done spent 'bout thirty on guns
That we don't flex in videos, we tryna murder your son
Opps had always look at me and they just worried because
So much pain that I had felt, that shit turned me a thug
Get out my ear with all that shit that I don't wanna hear
If that nigga ain't bust for me, I don’t wanna be here (Nerd)
Nigga when the head fire, you ain’t gon' wanna steer
And I just brought three new guns, meet the Musketeers
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Ayy, I got shooters who gon’ catch a whole case in this bitch
Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this bitch
No aim, nigga, ain't nobody safe in this bitch
I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this bitch
Uh, yeah, them niggas on that shit again
Hit the bitch and I hit her friend
And I just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby
Ain't gotta worry 'bout no nigga when you rich, baby
Bitch, when you speakin' on my gang, put some respect on it
Now she lyin’ to the boy, I don't stress on it
Bitch, I don't need an army with me, to the neck totin’
Whole dick down her throat, leave her neck swollen
P-Lo brought the bass bouncin', throw it back, bitch
Hold up, turn the beat up, this shit slap, bitch
I don't shop at Nordstrom Rack, this from Saks Fifth
Oh, you'll kill me over that ho? Bro, you that pissed? (Nerd)
And nigga, I done spent 'bout thirty on guns
That we don't flex in videos, we tryna murder your son
Opps had always look at me and they just worried because
So much pain that I had felt, that shit turned me a thug
Get out my ear with all that shit that I don't wanna hear
If that nigga ain't bust for me, I don’t wanna be here (Nerd)
Nigga when the head fire, you ain’t gon' wanna steer
And I just brought three new guns, meet the Musketeers
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Ayy, I got shooters who gon’ catch a whole case in this bitch
Four chains on, cost a Wraith in this bitch
No aim, nigga, ain't nobody safe in this bitch
I just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this bitch
Uh, yeah, them niggas on that shit again
Hit the bitch and I hit her friend
And I just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby
Ain't gotta worry 'bout no nigga when you rich, baby
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