Yeah, I was down bad on my dick Ain't nobody give me shit
Now a young nigga goin' up, finna put a house on my wrist
Yeah, now that hoe wanna f*ck, she know a young nigga lit
But I left the hoe in the past, so stop askin' about that bitch
I can see right through these hoes, like they don't got no tint
How you mad at me about a hoe, boy, that's not even your bitch
Ridin' round with the Glock, and you know it came with a switch
And she told me that she love me, but I know it's pretend
Like, how the f*ck can you say that after you did what you did?
I know a nigga's want my head, that's why I tote a FN
Why y'all niggas worry about me, needa worry about your bitch
I hit your hoe from the back, and she beggin me for a kid
I don't even wanna stress it, though, yeah
Tell that hoe that I'm on whatever she on, yeah
And I'm on the top floor, I'm recordin' this song, yeah
You doin' shit behind my back, you know that you wrong
Yeah, I was down bad on my dick Ain't nobody give me shit
Now a young nigga goin' up, finna put a house on my wrist
Yeah, now that hoe wanna f*ck, she know a young nigga lit
But I left the hoe in the past, so stop askin' about that bitch