Ay, bitch I been goin' and goin' like the Energizer Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah In the cut, smokin' on indica Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her

This drip is Chanel (Bitch) How you gonna talk about dates when half of my team is in jail? (Bitch) I made Forbes' "30 Under 30," I might go flood out my girl's (Wrist) See-through Louboutin heels, I might just blood out my girl's (Kicks) Man's doing

(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside,

Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her nigga don't like me With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be Might hit it from the back, let her ride me Girl, you never meet another nigga like me

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star (like a porn star) We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch) Fast whips

Look at my neck shine (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh) I just be smoking up dope, chyeah Louis down head to my toe, chyeah I just might buy the store, chyeah Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah Fuck a bitch two

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

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,

Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can't hang with my klik You can't spark my flame 'cause I'm lit I might snatch ya chain and ya bitch Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it Thinking when I ain't had shit They