Would you, would you, give your They'll never thank me for opening doors But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross Cause your spirit is ungrateful Bitches is so hateful, I remain a staple My career's been the pinkprint When I retire, tell

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

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

Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin' Couple real friends turned enemy Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold I done made it without sellin' my soul Bad bitch layin' down in a robe Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold

I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

My bitches, bad (Bitch!) And she ain't going for that (Naw!) Got every color Birkin bag (Every color) Just to make them bitches mad (Mad!) Balmains on her ass Booty so big got to look when she pass I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley!) Fuck it might

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

Ain't that a bitch I feel just like I'm losin' my mind 'Cause love is like the right dress On the wrong girl You never know what you're gonna find Freak out! I'm alone now You think you're high and fine as wine On a cold night, yeah Ain't that a bitch,

About the time to go in Can’t fuck with us man We the hottest in the game, how I feel You ain’t fuckin' with my team’s how I feel You tell your bitch I call her when I feel Kill you fuck niggas every time I feel like it Living for the knife And I don’t