Lyrics
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
Ha, ha (it's the gang)
I got a flame (ah), it's comin' from the pole
Niggas always talkin' cash shit when they really poor (niggas broke)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, nigga, put her on a razor when her meat roll
Ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap?
Look, bitch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back?
Ooh-wee, she tryna fuck, fuck
I ain't goofy, bitch, do I look like a duck-duck?
No bap, I see a sucker, I just up-up
All my niggas' cases hot, free the thugs, thugs
Psh, they some real spitters (one, nigga)
I got a flame, it's comin' from the pole (I got one)
Niggas always talkin' cash shit when they really poor (broke nigga)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, nigga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (dance)
Ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap? (At all, nigga)
Look, bitch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back? (My number, bitch)
Psh, ooh-wee, she tryna fuck, fuck
Yeah, and you better put your bitch up on a leash, she tryna fuck, fuck
Bad-ass bitch at the crib, I don't fuck sluts
Bitch, leave that nabby shit here, yeah, touch it
Yeah, bitch, if I let you in the crib, but not touch nothin'
Yeah, I'll quarterback the whole place, nigga, hut-hut
Yeah, grip potato on the barrel, bitch go putt-putt
Yeah, tired of all these rap niggas, they my sons-sons
Bitch ask me if I really love her, I'm like, "Nuh-uh"
Yeah, you got the lil' chain took, that must suck, thug
Big Glock hangin' out the, uh, these ain't nunchucks
Skinny-ass bitch, talkin' 'bout she want her butt done
Yeah, I just whip it out, she just get to suckin', I don't butt rub
So many straps in the crib, don't know what's what
Bitch keep callin', talk crazy, shut the fuck up
Me put some trust in a bitch? I ain't no dumb-dumb
Yeah, and when we slide with them, you better run, punk (gang)
I got a flame (ah), it's comin' from the pole (I got one)
Niggas always talkin' cash shit when they really poor (broke nigga)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, nigga, put her on a razor when her meat roll (dance)
Ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap? (At all, nigga)
Look, bitch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back? (My number, bitch)
Psh, ooh-wee, she tryna fuck, fuck