[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)
Yeah, huh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, ayy
Fuck n***as talkin' 'bout?
These n***as sound dumb as hell
Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm feelin' good in this bitch
Just got my motherfuckin' socks blew to motherfuckin'
Jupiter
No cap
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, ayy

[Verse]
I be hoeing these hoes, I'm only nice to my bitches
Ass soft, light-skinned, must be nice, Lyfe Jennings
I don't know, but I think all these n***as hoes but my n***as
I'm with two opp bitches, woke up with my socks missing
I don't fuck with these rappers, they all dick riders
Got her outside on her knees like she pick cotton
Bro just dropped a n***a off like a Lyft driver
Put the 'Wood to his ass like a bench rider
I keep tryna cut this bitch off, but her shit fire
Fuck around and smack your soft ass, leave your shit wired
You been temptin' me so long like you tryna get hired
I blew up all over the web like a big spider
Still'll wipe you with that throwaway like a shit diaper
Gotta keep the pole on, know they dislike us
Bitch, I got a roll on, I'm a Big Tymer
I'm addicted to the fraud, n***a, R.I.P. Tyler
Got her gettin' gift cards, slidin' in Meijers
Her head two thumbs up like a hitchhiker
Man, my bitch so spoiled like she expired
All my n***as drug dealers, killers, and swipers
Yeah, check, yeah
Could care less 'bout who my ex hittin'
I ain't the one that love that bitch, go tell her next n***a
Please stop braggin' 'bout these hoes I regret hittin'
G got twenty on him now, don't get smacked with it
Yes, n***a, I got bad bitches, you a yes-n***a
When I say I'm layin' with that ratchet, I'm not Netflixin'
'Net spendin', got a fake face like I'm catfishin'
Dog, I can't stand your bitch, but her neck different
Gave your lame ass a shot, tried to bless n***as
Bad business, can't do shit right like you left-handed
Hit you with that T9, not no text, n***a
Got a body on the pole like electricians
Pussy n***as tattle talin', I can't text n***as
Can have the hook on my line, dog, I ain't fishin'
They be actin' like they got me in they best interest
But prayin' on my downfall, I got death wishes
Yeah, I know many man
R.I.P. Roo, Rez, and Jeff, can't wait 'til we meet again
And I couldn't even get a chance 'til I showed her fifty bands
Now she rubbin' on my dick, thought it was a Pringles can
Now when I look back at it like a Trina jam
N***as ain't believe the plan, now they wanna be my friend
Throwin' dough in the air like a pizza man
High as hell, got a bale with me like I'm Peter Pan, n***a, yeah
[Outro]
Ayy
High as hell, got a bale with me like I'm Peter Pan, n***a
That shit gon' fly over they head
Yeah