Flameo, aye, aye, aye look in the bag
Yeah, every rubber-band should be 25
We short? Um a take care of it, say nomo
I want em dead, take em out
I don't talk I pull paper out (cash)
I'm still in the trap but I made it out (trap)
Don't come on my block get a safer route (please)
New glock ain't got a safety now (aye)
Kick in your door make you lay it down (aye)
Bad bitches call me baby now (aye)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby (hey hey)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby (hey, hey, baby)
Yah, ass fatter than a baby
Sellin bags like the 80s
Kayy the f*ck take ya lady (yah)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby
Kayy the f*ck, what the f*ck
Catchin plays, in the mud
Hustle w/ you just to get the ups
Then set the nigga up just because
Catch the nigga w/ his baby mum
Tape em up, both of them (ooh)
Pistol whip the nigga oldest son (boom)
Your daddy ain't the man you think he was (haha)
Gang, gang, nigga all of us (grey)
Grey gang them revolver boys
Got a face mask cause i'm popular
I don't need no open cases poppin up (shhh)
Pull up and shoot up the party (pew, pew, pew)
Duke is a shooter regardless (one hunna)
Lil Chris is a shooter regardless (go craź)
And only I can give em orders (I be like)
I want em dead, take em out
I don't talk I pull paper out (cash)
I'm still in the trap but I made it out (trap)
Don't come on my block get a safer route (please)
New glock ain't got a safety now (aye)
Kick in your door make you lay it down (aye)
Bad bitches call me baby now (aye)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby (hey hey)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby (hey, hey, baby)
Yah, ass fatter than a baby
Sellin bags like the 80s
Kayy the f*ck take ya lady (yah)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby
Talk the lil bitch out her pants yeah I got a way with that shit
Don't trust me with none of your bags, cause I'll run away with that shit
Ain't no pressure on no cash, if you owe me I empty the mag (boom, boom, boom)
It can be for fifty-cent it's the principle bitch, (so what), so don't get on that principal list! (Please)
F*ck on yo bitch, killin her shit (oouw), Niggas getting sentimental and shit (nooo)
Beat the pussy instrumental that shit...
Yi-Yi-Yi
Your baby mum in the back of my ride, If he found out he prolly a cry
I don't say nothing i'm prolly a mime, yeah we f*cked but I ain't calling you mine
I want em dead, take em out
I don't talk I pull paper out (cash)
I'm still in the trap but I made it out (trap)
Don't come on my block get a safer route (please)
New glock ain't got a safety now (aye)
Kick in your door make you lay it down (aye)
Bad bitches call me baby now (aye)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby (hey hey)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby (hey, hey, baby)
Yah, ass fatter than a baby
Sellin bags like the 80s
Kayy the f*ck take ya lady (yah)
Bad bitches be like baby, baby, baby