Björk ​yuke

[Intro]
I don't need do nothin' and this bitch choosin'
That ho good for nothin', all she do is chew on Xan
LAPD tryna book me when I try to sell the Xan
'Member I was in the trap (Hoodrich), I hadn't seen a b—
Fa, fa, fa (Pssh)
Fa, fa, fa (Grrt, boaw)
Pssh, pssh, pssh
Grrt, grrt, grrt

[Verse]
Playin' wit' my runtz and that choppa sound like Björk
I really wrap this bitch up like a short
She said she don't do coke, but this ho know how to snort
Ima shoot a green, even if it's 'cross the court
All I smoke is gas, I ain't boofin' Newports
I just want an SRT and hear the engine roar
If he said it's beef, then I really up the score
Why you cuffin' that, I thought you knew she—
Why she do that fussin' for nothin'
Gettin' geeked up, I walk up in the function
Damn, all these hoes really just want somethin'—

[Outro]
I'm addicted to the gas, no I can't stop
I don't fuck wit' groupiе hoes, no, I hate y'all
If he play wit' my car, thеn I give him a hearse
Fuck a body shot, we servin' face shots
And she tryna play wit' me just like a GameStop