Back off, back off bitch Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch You better back off, back off bitch Face of an angel with the love of a witch Oh baby, pretty baby Oh honey, you let me down honey I ain't playin' childhood games no more I said it's time for

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

I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch Now do it, baby, do it, baby (Do it, do it) Do it, baby, do it (Yeah yeah) Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with I would jack off so much back at my parents' house And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it Life was lame, I had

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

The way she throw it back it make you stutter when you hit I can't even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick I can't even lie, that bitch so bad, lil mama so thick I'm just tryna fight it off, ain't tryna nut too quick She make me wanna take her,

I fuck on that bitch and we lay up Don't tell me you back in that action I passed her off like a lay up I tripled my cups like an addict She come through late night on them Xannies I get that mouth on the regular I get more lip than a cellular I fuck

Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why

Tats on my face (Tats) This Backwood an eighth (Hey) Your trash, you're waste I was on the Nawf smoking on shake (Nawf) Thirty round on the Glock make you shake (Baow) Chasing the bag, I race (Bag) I make a plain bitch great (Plain bitch) Look in his

Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball) You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit Nigga every law and every rule I break Feds tryna watch the