Intro

Yeah

Fuck, man

Gang shit

Yeah, fuck

Start my day with a blunt

Hit a bitch, make her jump

Hit a blunt, hit my lungs

Grab my shit, grab my gun

Hit the road, check my guy

Got some loud, yeah its purp'

Hit the block, clear the scene

Don't let those choppas bean

Get a bag, I stack it

Get a bitch, gotta mack it

Got a car, do the race

Seen an opp, make him shake

Hit the gas, fuck the brake

Break the leg, fuck the wait

Hit the stage, do my dance

Nine shots in my pants

OLN, that's the label

When we chill, no cable

Yeah, yeah I ain't tryna sign to no label

**** think that it's funny

Last week I was bummy

Last week I had nothing

Housey, stressin'

BM's, textin'

Say she tired of my bullshit

**** still on that ho shit

I cut all of the ties off

I cut all of my bitches off

Now I'm poppin', they annoying

I beat them, I ain't joinin'

Buy or bye, we them ****

Your bitch know we them ****

We name brands, make the trap hot

At the end of the month, get a new spot

Fuck the telly, where a crockpot?

I'm name brand, can't trust a bitch

I fucked her, she's celibate

Girl sayin' I change-change-changed up

Only thing that changed up

Is all these girls tryna claim us

The cops can't even tame us

Our hood runs, you can't blame us

Buy LV for my mainer's

Buy LV for my main girl

Shawty know she gotta act right

(Yo, fuck these bitches man)

(We can't even on right, man)

(Fuck man, and you know what it is, man)

(Fuck, yeah)

These **** talk like bitches

We don't do, that's what bitches do

We don't pull up ties, how bitches move

Me and gang-gang have different moves

Me and MK got the streets now

Just gotta walk, gotta leave now

Wish grandma can see now

From fat boy to the guy now

Like, I don't even have to lie now

I don't even have to brag now

Labels fly me all the time, babe

I don't even have to pay now

(Trust me)

(Huh? Yeah)

(The intro)

(Call me Bob, she called me Bob)