[Intro]
(RJBaNKS on the beat)
Yeah
Hold on, let me talk my shit right quick
Fuck wrong with these n***as, man?
Let's go (Gang)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ha, woah, woah, woah (Look)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Ayy, this how I'm comin'

[Chorus]
I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain't shit to cut her off
I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss
I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth
I ain't post it though, 'cause n***a, I ain't do that shit for clout
I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I'm a real n***a, ask them n***as 'round me, they can vouch

[Verse 1]
I say back up, shawty, why you all up in my face?
Got her on her knees, boy, you would've thought she finna pray
I am not the one, I will shoot them tattoos off your facе
Tryna get some fame, n***a, wеll today gon' be the day
I'ma always pop my shit, don't give a fuck 'bout what they think
While you laughin' behind my back, I'm gon' be laughin' to the bank
You can gas that n***a up, but ayy, I bet he still won't crank
Saw your bitch, I made her faint, water on me like a sink (Let's go)
[Chorus]
I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain't shit to cut her off
I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss
I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth
I ain't post it though, 'cause n***a, I ain't do that shit for clout
I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I'm a real n***a, ask them n***as 'round me, they can vouch, n***a (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait one minute, who the fuck keep callin' my phone? (Ayy, ayy)
N***as be mad at me 'cause their bitch won't leave me alone (Uh, uh)
N***as be hatin' on me but playin' every one of my songs (Ayy, ayy)
And I'ma pop my shit, lil' n***a, you know what I'm on (Ayy)
I don't fuck with n***as
I walked in the party with that 30 in my britches
My lil' n***a off the Percocet, he keep on itchin'
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of that shit she sayin', I still ain't committin' (Uh)
Told that ho she trippin' (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I got three phones, but I still ain't got no time to talk
She a dime piece, but it still ain't shit to cut her off
I don't follow rules, I do what I want 'cause I'm the boss
I'm a Florida boy, she say, "Bae, I love the way you talk"
Went to Johnny Dang, and I put like thirty in my mouth
I ain't post it though, 'cause n***a, I ain't do that shit for clout
I ain't come to cut her, I just want the head, then I'm out
I'm a real n***a, ask them n***as 'round me, they can vouch, n***a