(D-D-D-B on the track track)
Three dead-ass niggas but you worried about me like a ho (blatt)
Huh yeah bitch I went bought me lamb
I had to hop in that Cullian truck
Yeah they gon' know who I am
I put some sticks up in that truck
I got some niggas who ridin' with us
I get these bands big time rush
I read the room like who do I trust yeah
Bitch I'm too f*cked up I been rolling off these drugs
Put some prometh in my cup yeah
Bitch I'm too f*cked up yeah
How the f*ck you gang boy
You ain't never shot no gun
Nigga go worry about your dead's yeah
Worry about some bread yeah
Pull up on me with the strap we gon hang that nigga
We ain't even playin' that shit yeah
Your bitch she a hoe and she goin' for real
We about to take that bitch yeah
I don't give a f*ck if we spray that nigga
We about to empty the clip yeah
We about to take his chain yeah
Put one in his brain yeah
Don't your lil' bitch work at hooters yeah
We about to f*ck that hoe yeah
I'm pass' to my gang nigga yeah
We about to f*ck for sure yeah
Your momma she raised a hoe yeah
You a lil' pussy for sure yeah
How the f*ck you gon' hit my line yeah
You ain't even drop no lo yeah
Pussy I'll take your chain yeah
Pussy I'll take your hoe