Order

Ho

Huh, yeah

Yeah, what? Yeah

Bitch

All this money comin' fast, I gotta keep an order

Even though I rap still in the trap, I might just take your order

Don't give no fuck, I can't go broke, I put that on my daughter

I damn ship on my pinky ring a fuckin' quarter (yeah)

We hit they block, them **** drop, and they talk to reporters

I got a brand-new bitch, her pussy wet like rainforest (huh)

'Fore them **** speak on me, they better check the score (huh)

They know what's up, if they want war, then we gon' give 'em war (huh)

Yeah, bad bitch, her ass fat, she need to win award

The other day, I just had court, so I won't time for

Yeah, we throw money on these whores, get it out the floor

I ain't like these ****, you can't put me in their category

Don't call my phone about no bitch, no, that ain't player, Joe

Yeah, she gon' wanna eat the dick when she smell my cologne

I told my son, "Just keep it real, that's in the chromosome"

And I can't never turn on Quill, lil' bro my backbone

I can't buy no pussy from her, but I got racks on me

Ain't none of these young **** with me dykin', but they got straps on 'em

My country boy, he on the way, I put the text on him

Lil' bro ain't never worked on calls, but he gon' jack some'

Phew, phew, phew, he gon' switch some'

I just popped a Perc', ****, fuck your bitch, I'm tryna stick some'

Fuck these ****, I watch they ass go broke before I fix some'

I told the bitch to dry this fuckin' dope, I buy her some Ricks or some'

Everybody rich in the spot

Yeah, how many choppers we got? (Prr)

How many switches we got? (Shh)

Shut up, lil' ho, and keep workin' that pot

I just been stackin' the guap

Put the shit up 'til the shit drop right

Pull up and I drop my top (hah)

I ain't gotta pay for no parking spot

Diamonds all over my neck, water

Turn this shit up, man, I had to go harder

We made the trap spot jump like the quarter

One-five on my back, feel like Vince Carter

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, hmm

New Trackhawk, this motherfucker roarin'

I'm in your city, I leave in the morning

We all past grown, this shit here blowin'

I give a fuck about the money, this shit get blew like horn

I know I get this shit right back 'cause I know what I'm doin'

I gotta keep that fuckin' Glock, no matter which way I'm goin'

Them **** ain't never hit my block, so how the fuck they scorin'?

Pff, whoa, we got it fuckin' snowin'

Bitch say she wanna get her a Zone 6 ****, she know we the cream of the cone

Across the canal, that's where I was born

Calendar count like I hit by a storm

Racks on me, she's alone like a ho (huh)

These bitches got pussies showin' (get out the gang, what?)

Bitch, yes, I deserved the shine

Give a fuck 'bout what they say, one thing they do, respect my mind

Last **** died when he crossed that line

Put the switch on him, now his mama and 'em cryin'

How the fuck the blind gon' leave the blind?

Turn my hood up, this shit with 'em every time