We don't give a f*ck bout falling out with lame niggas, lame niggas, lame niggas
I don't give a f*ck bout falling out, with broke boys, broke boys
Big Glock, Fn 9, that my toy boy What I'm smoking on, new opp, big thrax
Polka dot my chain, shining like a tic-tac Trap nigga, jeans saggin, pop a ten, I am an addict
My bitch got a fat, it f*ck me back But once I f*ck that hoe, I ain't gon' hit her back
Once you pick a side, you gotta stand on that Yes, I met a couple of niggas, they some rats
In a maybach truck, my bitch keep telling me I'm the man
Bank roll I went and did the money dance, money dance
Touch a hundred k so quick, I don't need advance
Don't play your music round me, boy, I know that shit is ass
And you smoking Reggie, bitch, I smoke OG gas
OG gas, and I'm done with scene hoes, cause they just want my racks
That hoe ain't f*ck with me back then, now she see louis tags
She like, wop, can you buy me a lil' Gucci bag
F*ck no, bitch, you dumb, I ain't buying that
Keep my bitch and my goons close, cause niggas rats
Huh, huh, gave my bands a name call em Wopaneese
Woponeese, Woponeese, gavw my bands call em Waponeese