Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit Well, that was just a lie You ain't nothin' but a hound dog Cryin' all the time And you ain't no friend of mine Well they said you was high-classed Yeah they said you was high-classed You know they said you was

(Booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes Tell her come

When the bite of the steel catches your face give it all your flesh to strip away Revealing all the scars you hide inside Your inner quarrels, your struggle to survive A crimson hand to choke your throat I'll stop your breath as long as it takes To end

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Little bitty pretty one Come on and talk-a to me A-lovey dovey dovey one Come sit down on my knee Tell you a story Happened long time ago A-little bitty pretty one

I miss you more than I loved you I miss you more than I loved you (I wonder what we could have been) (You'll always be in my orbit) Saw your picture on accident Your face has changed The lines are sinking in I pressed play, I should haven't

(Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that) Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit, on the mic I flip shit for gang-bang niggas I talk shit for insane niggas

Just know I mean it You know I mean it If I ever said I'm never scared If I ever said I fucked your bitch And if I ever said I'm gettin' money And oh Lord oh Lord knows He knows I mean it Yeah, you know I mean it Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah

I wanna take my heart to the end of the world I won't waste another day Wishing this would fade away Fly away tonight Na na na na na na na I want a little bit of California With a little bit of London sky And fly away tonight I want a little bit of open

Told that bitch give me head Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco Got a 100 grand in my side pocket All the hustlas love it, you know I speak the lingo (OBG Niggas) Haaaan, Los (Original Bad Boy Gang) What they talkin' bout (Coke Boys) Hear them niggas

Tote a pole, tote a pole, tote a pole 1400, bitch, you know I tote a pole With 6ix9ine, bitch, you know we tote them poles You talk down, we gon' let that shit go Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow Got the scope, got the scope, got the scope .223's