Lyrics
Oh, now you tryna fuck with me because you see me in the mall with Packman, Rio and the Gaffle Boyz
You just seen me with the Gaffle Boyz, you tryna fuck with me now
We ain't doin' that
You wasn't fuckin' with me back then, don't try to fuck with me now, bitch
(Enrgy made this one)
Ha, here we go again
Y'ello, uh
Look
I put the syrup down, Ri' got me back sippin'
Bitch a ten on the 'Gram, but that ho be catfishin'
Bitch think I'm from Detroit, but I'm from Flint, we rap different
Same hoes be fat shamin' sneakin' fuckin' fat niggas
Bitch a hypocrite
This white girl jumpin' out the pot, it need some Ritalin
Your nigga sip green every day, we not equivalent
Her booty big, but always trippin' over little shit
Ooh, this a robbery
Bitch attitude terrible like my mama greens
Dog shit in my fanny pack, it's a colostomy
You asked me to put dick up in your ass, then why you stoppin' me?
I thought you liked anal
Ass fat, pop out anywhere like a white neighbor
Head bring me back alive, she a life saver
Take $50K to Spudd the Jeweler, told him, "Ice Age me"
Bitch, you thick and light skinned, your mama white ain't she
Got a Spanish bitch, I'm on her ass like an ICE agent
Potato on the Glock when it shoot, sound like a vibrator
Hatin' on this shit and you gon' die hatin'
I'm on some different shit
Nigga, I'll take a Insta' baddie on a fishing trip
I said my baby mama when she asked me, "Who dick is this?"
Meet a nigga with money, you get excited like a stripper bitch
Oh, your knees weak
Bitch, this Fly Trap Gumbo, this ain't no seaweed
Five hundred thou' cash on me in a Sebring
Beat a bitch up then say, "I'm sorry," like I'm C. Breeze
LCC piece full of VV's
Fuck sellin' dope, I need a hundred million VC
Postpartum, I get excited when I see fiends
Ghetto Flint nigga, I still wanna fuck CiCi
Hold on, shit, I wanna fuck CiCi too
Fuck a .308, we just hopped out with a .332, you ain't seen this
I just drunk a pint of Peach Mint, you ain't seen Tris in a few weeks
They think we at the big crib, we on a new street, with a new heat
I got a sweet tooth, you niggas too sweet
They said they all, huh, all they seen was the switch burst out a blue Jeep and a MINE chain
They think we did it
I'll fuck your head up, I'll tell you Ri' did it
Me and Jay had rapped off a beat before and re-did it, we ain't remix it
I'll fuck your head up if I show you the crib, I got three kitchens
Striker Boys waitin' on me outside in Bumblebee's chillin'
With the, with the button on the back
Heli' and the AR'll leave somethin' on they back
We known for leavin' niggas back pockets dirty
Lean sipper, I just had some Act', Wock and Quali'
You don't believe me, nigga, ask DC
I ain't have a knife, I had my nigga hold it down from DC
I was locked up with dude, he went to PC
I got a school shooter white kid that'll kill you for a PSP
I'm off an Adderall, a Xan', a Perc' and some LSD
Plus, I smoked a cigarette and I just had some lean
Lil Tay just rolled up twelve joints, I got a high from weed, I got a contact
A nigga took your chain, but, honestly gang, that shit ain't worth buyin' back
What you pay for that?
They don't be playin' with the gang, they know we lay shit flat, ayy
The Chicago police took all my J, I want my bracelet back
I paid the high for that
A nigga swung on me and missed and he died for that, you can ask Mike
I only drunk an eight of drank, we had a bad night