Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, hit and run, hit his crib, then we drove off
Sippin' on this lean, while I drive, I'm finna doze off
Don't care about your mans, come right here and take your clothes off
Stuntin' on this hoe, while she watch, I'm finna show off
Drop a 50 bomb, like I'm Jokic I'ma go off
Girl, I'm tryna f*ck on you, so you gon' turn this show off
Choppa with extended clip, I swear it knock his nose off
I love all my bitches, so I cannot cut my hoes off
I love all my bitches, I can't date this hoe
He was talkin' on the gang, so now I up the f*ckin' sco'
I got white bitches in my crib, and they doin' blow
She want Prada and Celine, so I told her I don't know
Hit my barber for a cut, so I'm askin' what I owe
Ln the function with yo' hoe, I know she gon' drop it low
I know I can take your bitch from you just by sayin' hello
I know I'm just hoppin' on these beats and stickin' to my flow
Stayin' in my pocket, droppin' dimes like my name is Joe
You would think I'm makin' pizza, way I'm stackin' all my dough
Uh, hit and run, hit his crib, then we drove off
Sippin' on this lean, while I drive, I'm finna doze off
Don't care about your mans, come right here and take your clothes off
Stuntin' on this hoe, while she watch, I'm finna show off
Drop a 50 bomb, like I'm Jokic I'ma go off
Girl, I'm tryna f*ck on you, so you gon' turn this show off