(Yeah yeah, yeah)
(Who was you with, bitch, who was you-)
(Who was you with last night bitch, who was you-)
(Better not be cheating bitch, who was you with)
Who was you with last night, who was you with
Red dot running with a clip, feel like a Sith
I got too many bands and they cannot fit
F*cking on two bad hoes and they tryna switch
And I could tango with yo bitch
Pack of Punch this draco hit
I had to go get some green so I switched up my scene, tryna cop some Balmain jeans, yeah, for the whole damn team
What you know bout popping beans, me and the plug on a shopping spree
I can't cuff and if they ask, I gotta treat them awfully
How you gon get to me, you know who I'm with
I been thinking bout that cash, yeah, since a jit
I keep thinking bout that gas, I'm tryna get lit
Just keep getting on my ass, I'm with yo bitch
Two glocks on me, unload the clips
Rip yo tummy, make you sick
We got white hoes everywhere just pull up nigga and take a pick
Told yo bitch, "no flics,"
Told yo bitch, "can't post it"
Can't f*ck with no hoes cause they still on that old shit