Now we in this bitch Admit it get borin' with no me in this bitch What's a world with no I-G-G in this bitch? Even when my back against the wall I still don't know fear and won't shed a tear Cause when I think back, I've seen it all And everything that

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the

Get the fuck back! Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Luda make your skull crack

Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin' up Whitney, whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I can't wife no bitch, spent a

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

(Freak, some gyal ah freak ah di week) Where my bad bitches at? This girl tell me, say she horny She want to give it to me out the door This girl fuck me like she know me She backed it up then she tipped on her toes Pretty gang make noise Rude girls make

This scene I'm on is for actors and actresses Bitches comin' in disorderly fashion I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze Cameras gon' flash when you're the main attraction Looking in the mirror, I count this shit backwards Had to get this shit the hard

Lights low, get lit Mouth closed, take dick Lace up, legs up Get drunk, clothes off Weed loud, twist up Throwback, look back Woosah, get that I ain't worried about no other bitch you got me Use them lips you know I love you, kiss my body

My baby's gone off the track My baby's got a locomotive Got ta peel the bitch off my back I know it looks like I'm insane Take a closer look I'm not to blame 'Cause my baby's got a locomotive Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness Yeah I'll find a way