Ten toes down Is you really riding, girl you know I gotta know now Yeah I took a couple of L's so you know I'm on the road now Keep a bad ass bitch and she always stay ten toes down And I keep a couple of hitters with me, always stay ten toes down

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

Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

You got just what I been looking for But you can't bring yourself to say no And I ain't never gonna let you go That whole plane ride home And I wish I could I know I should leave you alone But this bitch is gonna drive me mad I said this bitch is gonna

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss

If you know this how you living, put your hands up! Where they at? If you from the streets like me, put your hands up! D Boys on my tease, put your hands up! Independent bad bitches, put your hands up! If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? So follow me up cause this shit's about to go

Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

Bitch, I've been blowin' up (bitch I've been blowin' up) Everyone showin' up, where was you in the beginnin'? I know that they're showin' up (know that they're showin' up) Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin' You do not know a thing