(Wassup Boy)
Cheat on my bitch, I'm a user
She suck on my dick, then excuse her
I been making that rack, I ain't losing
I been making that rack, since a Jit
I ain't capping, I keep it Legit
So much drama, I ain't getting involved
Why nobody ever get it solved
I got Two Glocks and got Twenty Bands
F*ck on your shawty, feel like Johnny Sins
She calling you baby, but she in my bed
I'm shooting at niggas, all I see is red
BulletProof Vest I aim for the head
Y'all niggas ain't real, Y'all f*ck with the feds
Y'all niggas ain't real, Y'all f*ck with the feds
At the function with my bitch we rocking baguettes
You keep talking on gang, then we spinning again
Ion f*ck with a beamer, I slide in a Benz
In the bando with your bitch, we f*ck every night
Mahn I'm sippin' on coke mix up with the pint
I ain't scared of nobody, I feel like Suge Knight
Mahn I'm in the stu', I be spazzing all night
At the function you got the whole gang in Moncler
That's your bitch in my bed got her feet in the air