Ayyyyye
Aye Aye Aye
Ayyyyye
Aye Aye Aye
I got some bad bitches in da Trap Line
Put bad Hoes in my house and now they Trapped Out
Ay just like Im HR Block I just do Tax Now
Ay just like A Brooklyn nigga I say Facts Now
Ay just like a cookin nigga I break Crack Down (Skrrt)
Know them Burners want attention see Em stand Out
Know them Bands they all up on me cuz them Pads Out
I treat a nigga like my hoe I blow his back Out (Bahhh)
I hit his Mom she was A M.I.L.F
They say Im mad Trippin
All My niggas Bosses So You know I brag Different
Im In da Stu I do my dance When Im Ad-libbin
Real Plug Prices Low
So my Bag Different
This nigga calling for Da Glue
But he used to sell me Poof
I just got a new number nigga
Who Da F*ck Is You (Huh)
Niggas lyn in they Raps
But I really know the Truth
I aint f*ckin wit you Niggas
Y'all aint gettin to da Loot
This nigga calling for Da Glue
But he used to sell me Poof
I just got a new number nigga
Who Da F*ck Is You
Niggas lyn in they Raps
But I really know the Truth
I aint f*ckin wit you Niggas
Y'all aint gettin to da Loot (Its Benny!)