[Intro]
Production by Cricet

[Verse 1: Sporty Gotti]
My snow bunny stomped down with the pink toes
Reach goals, I ain't fuckin' with these weak hoes
Do I love her? Do I need her? I don't think so
Them big diamonds in my chain and my teeth glow
Beast mode, you ain't knowin' where you goin', bitch, you broke
That shit sad, it ain't no showin' in your hoein'
And how you mad, get a bag, cold game, got it snowin'
Hey, say, bitch, I'm a little Roland, look

[Chorus: Sporty Gotti]
I'm an asshole, stupid, I'm a damn fool
Plus, I be on a bitch head like some shampoo
Drip splash on these hoes, call me Shamu
They had me stuck up in the pen eatin' canned food

[Verse 2: Sporty Gotti]
That's an actual situation
Had me stuck up in the pen, call it mass incarceration
Told hеr sock it to my pocket, that's financial compensation
Had to cut the bitch off 'causе of bad communication
I put the ism on her brain, she ain't been the same
Say, bitch, you broke and outta pocket, you should feel ashamed
How you mad, get a bag, why you on the train?
I ain't never been to lanme, bitch, that's on the gang
The Mustang, the Bronco, the Snooty Fox
The cocaine, the dope game, I'm cuttin' rocks
Like gang gang, that's 4-7, I'm from the block
And all that speakin' on my name gon' get a n***a shot, yup
Stupid, I'm a reputable
My reputation so impeccable, bitch put me on a pedestal
Say, I feel so incredible
These blue strips lookin' edible and I'm all about this revenue
Got my bitch on a schedule
I'll chop that bitch like some vegetables, Oyster Perpetual
That's on the hood
I'm so ahead of these n***as thinkin' they chins ain't checkable
[Chorus: Sporty Gotti]
Look, I'm a damn fool
Plus I be on a bitch head like some shampoo
That drip splash on these hoes, call me Shamu
They had me stuck up in the pen eatin' canned food