We got sticks, we got blicks
In a lamb truck
Boutta slide out
We got banned bucks
We got banned cash
We got banned stuff
We up in yo cut
Talking shit, you cut
We don't owe you nun
Talking 'bout my bread and yeah my buns
I just talked to red, she don't even talk me nun
She my heart, she 'wan start a war from the start
Feeling like I'm Iron Man, I'm f*cking Tony Stark
You can't tell me shit
You can't tell me none
I know that you pussy, bitch you will not shoot that gun
I know that you pussy, bitch you sweet like honey bun
I got blood up on me like BZY a tampon
What he said? I want him dead
Bitch you a fed, I'll paint the town red
I'll pull up in that big body Benz, that's some type shit
I pull up and I cut his hands off for that typing
You gone go out sad (Sad)
My bitch, yeah she bad (Bad)
Niggas on my dick, I'm starting to think you niggas f-
Wait
I'm gone throw this money and that bitch she throw it back
Huh, brand new Porsche, I go swerve
And that bitch all black
Huh, all black choppa on me shooting like a mismatch
Choppa on my body, I'ma leave that nigga switched, yeah
Told me she love me, stop calling my phone
I told that lil' bitty bitch to leave me alone
They stay on my dick, they sucking me off
She holding my dick and she tell me to coff
Uh, I'm in this bitch like a boss
She told me she love me, don't care 'bout a loss
Going down, hit 'em with a hundred round
I got blood all on my shirt
Looking like I killed that nigga, woah
Got that ice all on my neck, yeah I put it in a freeze cup
Uh huh, purple in my cup, that shit is looking like it's Frieza
Chopping up his body, and I store it in a cooler
Thought he was a crip but whole time nigga had fooled ya
Yeah, I got that swag, I don't know why they think they cool, uh