Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

It's just how it go Twin tower living big booty bitch dick all in her throat White bitch gon' fuck gang prolly cause she all off the coke I ain't fucking with these niggas All these bitch niggas all these niggas hoes You is not gang nigga stop tryna call

Gucci on my tip (Guwop), nut right on her nipple (bah) Young nigga with them M's (young nigga), I get disrespectful (hey) Treat y'all all the same (yah), none of y'all bitches ain't special (nah) Keep your mouth closed, little bitch I might bless you

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true) You don't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups) He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups) I don't trust no one (no one) My wrist is lookin' frozen

Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah) Murda bless yo' trap Lil Purpp be off of the perc AK make a footwork jerk (yeah) I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murda and shit Aye, aye, yeah Bitch, aye, oo Diamond on my neck like river (oo) I just

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

No, this shit ain't been the same no, we so distant Know you miss how I be thuggin', on my hood shit Girl, I miss how we be fuckin', and you ain't my bitch Got a nigga in my feelings Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings Yeah yeah (yeah) Girl, if