Fat racks like Pumba
I'm just tryna slide through (haha)
Big K with a ruler
Broke nigga rock Puma
Suit and tie just to shoot ya (haha)
Bool pack, no boofah
Lame niggas always assuming (Che on the beat)
Bullets just for ya medulla
In a Scat 'Cat, I'm movin'
And your bitch say my voice soothing
Someone tryna walk, cool then
All my niggas really boolin', all my niggas really doin' shit
Too turnt sippin' deuces, too burnt, bro, you too lame
Benz truck, I'm in two lanes
If it's beef, then let's get to it
Money, nigga runnin' through it
Dumb racks, shit stupid
Cutthroat, shit ruthless
Bitches tell me: I want two kids
I just tell her: I want to hit
I'm just tryna see you cruise shit
I'm just tryna see you— (I'm just tryna see you)
Yeah, I'm just tryna see her eyes roll back
Bitch just wanna fuck me, I know that
Break her back, she need a chiroprac'
Pop a Xanax, now I'm so sad
KEL-TEC finna catch a toe-tag
Face fuck her, then I give her throat back
Spin that nigga block in his cul-de-sac (ooh)
But a nigga hot, but you knowin' that
I be sippin' drop, gettin' so fat
It's a code red, it's a code red
I don't got a leaf, where the cone at?
I don't gotta leave, where your home at?
No apology, where your dome at?
Steppin' on shit like a doormat
I got three phones, don't know where my phone at
Bitch up, yeah, her butt so fat (three phones, three phones, yeah)
I got kickback, now I'm feelin' so sad (three phones, three phones, yeah)
Bitch want a Perc', where her nose at? (Three phones, three phones, yeah)
Yeah, it finna hurt if no one know that (three phones)
Bullets hit him up, where his ho at?
And we send 'em up, 'cause you hit your ho
All my bitches gotta get my name tatted
Everybody know that I'm a Perc' addict
Fat racks like Pumba
I'm just tryna slide through, big K with a ruler
Broke nigga rock Puma
Suit and tie just to shoot ya
Bool pack, no boofah
Lame niggas always assuming
Bullets just for ya medulla
In a Scat 'Cat, I'm movin'
And your bitch say my voice soothing
Someone tryna walk, cool then
All my niggas really boolin', all my niggas really doin' shit
Too turnt sippin' deuces, too burnt, bro, you too lame
Benz truck, I'm in two lanes
If it's beef, then let's get to it
Money, nigga runnin' through it
Dumb racks, shit stupid
Cutthroat, shit ruthless
Bitches tell me they want two kids
I just tell her: I want to hit
I'm just tryna see you cruise shit
I'm just tryna see you cruise shit
