Getting money, I get bands, yeah
I be f*cking all her friends, yeah
She want me to be her mans, yeah
But I don't really f*ck with her
I don't know what to do if I lose
Cause I really always just motherf*ckin' win
I'm just livin' my life, I just do what I can
Pull up on your block and I smoke with my twins
Smoke I'm out, yeah Smoke is packed
I just really wanna hit that little bih from the back
Hit the backside, pull her tracks
Hit the block up and I slide with the mac
You ain't shit, nah you selling snacks
I sell packs on top of f*cking packs
Got the red dot, that's a headshot
Hit his shit and I blow his f*cking head off
If you want beef, you know where I be
Shooting shit like I'm pulling up on f*cking threes
She tryna f*ck, I'm like, okay
You just mad I stuck my dick in your bae
Talk your shit, I don't care what you say
Keep a strap on me, but I ain't f*cking gay