[Verse 1]
Aye
Watching MTV jams, getting my dick sucked
Tried to bust in her mouth, but she felt that bitch jump
You know I don't trust shit, I got that stick tucked
Chicken phone slapping, sorry baby gotta pick up
Lil bro just dropped a chain, now I gotta get one
Got that 2.5 on me like ten bucks
With the gang
Taking pictures, throwing 6 up
Everywhere I go I showboat, like I'm Mrs. Puff

[Hook]
Aye don't ask if I'm strapped
Aduhh
Fuck love, I need racks
Aduhh
Before we fuck, I need the neck
Aduhh
Yeah, no strings attached
Aduhh
I'm in traffic riding with it on my lap
Aduhh
When we catch who killed bro, he getting whacked
Aduhh
Yeah, playing wit yo tracks
Aduhh
Running up a check
Aduhh
[Verse 2]
Aye
Trey got that thracks, n***a duhh
Finna pull up on me right now and match, n***a duhh
All facts when I rap, n***a duhh
She like damn Kidd that's really how you act, bitch aduhh
Aye you n***as hoes
That's a shit only a bitch a do
Jamie Foxx, with this strap so unpredictable
Bitch pussy, was so good she unforgettable
I'm lying, I forgot her soon as I walk in the living room
Got her punching
Turnt a hoe into a criminal
You can't ride with straps then don't get inside this vehicle
Swiper with my bitch, we made 20 at the minimum
Money calling, move bitch get out the way like Mystical
Suck my dick then post how she love you its so pitiful
Coughing with my balls in her hands this a physical
Bitch, I'm just tryna fuck don't make this difficult
Aye, good loud break it down like a syllable
Calm down n***a don't nobody want yo bitch but you
Life crazy, sold some percs to my old principal
Aye I can name like 20 rappers that y'all listen to
15 of them rapping shit that they didn't do
Listen to my songs for the truth, fuck a interview
Get out of line and get sent home like elementary school
New Glock gotta twin it's identical
New side bitch might be yours, but she don't mention you
She said Marc now I understand why that stick with you
Cause n***as broke and they mad they can't be friends with you
Kill them with success now they heart condition critical
Must be a tornado, I'm in traffic with a missing roof
The way she throw that ass back, I thought her rent was due
Tunnel vision, treat these hoes like they invisible
Forest Gump couldn't walk a mile in these shoes
Y'all ain't real bosses, Y'all ain't bounce back from real loses
We on tip, with everybody since Reub passed
New tech, black and silver like a cool pad
New 30 inside my bitch like a new bag
No more scrapping if you ain't strapped too bad
Took them bitches on a chase and I threw that
Rather threw two flat than get blew back
Aye pockets got more knots than a durag
And my bitch so bad, she need boot camp
Oh shit, so crazy when I look back
Had roaches, before school, shake out my book bag
Hood n***a racked up still using food stamps
When I needed you the most, fuck was you at?
So no you can't get shit, you rat ass bitch
Yeah, fuck out yo feelings, ole sad ass bitch, aye
Aye what a fuckin shame
Nothing was the same
Since I got this money and this fame
They stepping on my name
Mad cause they ain't me, they want me in a grave
Spreading rumours, saying whatever come into they brain
I can't take no bitch serious that fucking with y'all lames
Fake cash shit, n***a we don't want yo chain
Oh yeah, heard that little diss song
When I see you out you better pray I don't got that stick on
We gone run it up till every n***a that I'm with froze
Till our whole section ate, like our rent low
Yeah yo pussy good but gotta keep you in the friend zone
Got her in that field, punching up, just like Kimbo
30 clip long, light his head up like Sisqó
N***as see this pole and get low like limbo
I ain't bout to wrestle wit y'all n***as, I ain't Big Show
Plus when I beat his ass, he gone want revenge though
Plus when I swing Swan swinging we ain't with those
One on ones, unless you talking Carlton with the chips gone
Tank, they don't know about that shit, all our shit automatic
Me and my bitch got matching straps for n***a talking reckless
I feel like Sandy Cheeks, I'm going back to Austin, Texas
Getting cheese from all them hams, that's what you call a sandwich
Aye, record labels keep calling I need more chicken
How the hell bro feed family too, that's how we roll n***a
Yeah
Feel like Avant, just give me 4 minutes with her
Bet I hit her then send her back home wit you
Yeah
I like head with the fan on
Either do that shit or I'm a put my mans on
3.5 in a wood my n***a Rens gone
Got me faded like a hair on a lesbo
Plus I got the strap-on
Hold on, let them catch on
N***as can't be that slow
Bitch I'm not your best friend, your bother, or yo backbone
Probably only told you that so I could get the neck though
AR with a silence on the end like a bad joke
Aye
These bitches all messy
N***as all petty
Get them bitches going 14, I think I'm R. Kelly
Numb to pain but to money my heart heavy
Got me drinking everyday like I'm Bart daddy
[Hook]
Aye don't ask if I'm strapped
Aduhh
Fuck love, I need racks
Aduhh
Before we fuck, I need the neck
Aduhh
Yeah, no strings attached
Aduhh
I'm in traffic riding with it on my lap
Aduhh
When we catch who killed bro, he getting clapped
Aduhh
Yeah, playing wit yo tracks
Aduhh
Running up a check
Aduhh