That boy was acting weird so I turned him to a lick
32 teeth and he's shining with the grillz
24k gold hoes on my dick
I ain't smoking two weeks bitch I'm nicotine sick
I just 360'd a dog bitch I hit a fucking clip
Make him scream so loud and the sun gone eclipe
And I got a big gun with a hundred round clip
And he wanna get up high so I threw him off a cliff
I pull out revolvers, fuck with people and they keep on keep choppers
And that boy wanna try us here, really think that we is gonna knock it up
Got out people myself, oh fuck, I phone them keepin' it knockin' up
I feel like a monster, you a sinner, bleachers on a shot collar
Bitches on their kicks, I'm poppin' my collar
They hit'em with a shot collar
And that boy ballin' hard, I ball harder
And he dying for my sins likе a martyr
He say he getting far, I'm gеtting farther
Fuckin' this bitch and I'll turn to a father
Need you to drop down like a feather
Pussy boy get your life together

That boy was acting weird so I turned him to a lick
32 teeth and he shining with the grillz
24k gold hoes on my dick
I ain't smoking two weeks bitch I'm nicotine sick
I just 360'd a dog bitch I hit a fucking clip
Make him scream so loud and the sun gone eclipe
And I got a big gun with a hundred round clip
And he wanna get up high so I threw him off a cliff