Aye Kash
Ayy, these hoes want a cuff
Damn, that's some gas, J
Run It Back Deeno
Ayy
These hoes must be APD, they always tryna cuff
Run it up on purpose, niggas mad, they say it's luck
I don't claim to be no gangster, but don't pull up actin' tough
Made six figures sellin' beats and still got more collectin' dust
I gave her diamonds, paid her rent and she still said that's not enough
You wanna beef, I send my backdoor hoe, so boy control your lust
If you can't get with the program, baby, I'll leave you in the dust
And I heard he pillow talkin, so I know he ain't one of us
I'm 26, but my mama still get mad when she hear me cus
I got a bitch with an Amex, she let me use it, then I'm stuck
I'm married to the game and know nothing come above it
My confidence and game, got these bitches sayin' they love me
I can't stop this show, for a goofy, I can't babysit
I got too much swag for a producer that can't take this shit
Why you let him block me on your phone, you better check that shit
Take these hoes to school, I told her this is your prerequisite
These hoes must be APD, they always tryna cuff
Run it up on purpose, niggas mad, they say it's luck
I don't claim to be no gangster, but don't pull up actin' tough
Made six figures sellin' beats and still got more collectin' dust
I gave her diamonds, paid her rent and she still said that's not enough
You wanna beef, I send my backdoor hoe, so boy control your lust
If you can't get with the program, baby, I'll leave you in the dust
And I heard he pillow talkin, so I know he ain't one of us
Love ain't unconditional, don't let these bitches lie to you
She wanna get paid for everything she do, but ain't no prostitute
If you can't tell her shut the fuck up, then she gon run over you
I told her, tell you I'm her cousin, nigga, you believe it too
I was green, I was trickin, I was thinkin' with my dick
Some niggas kill about they bitch, some niggas pull up with that stick
Some niggas too attached to pussy, sit in jail about that shit
They go domestic with this shit, they put they hands up on that bitch
These hoes must be APD, they always tryna cuff
Run it up on purpose, niggas mad, they say it's luck
I don't claim to be no gangster, but don't pull up actin' tough
Made six figures sellin' beats and still got more collectin' dust
I gave her diamonds, paid her rent and she still said that's not enough
You wanna beef, I send my backdoor hoe, so boy control your lust
If you can't get with the program, baby, I'll leave you in the dust
And I heard he pillow talkin, so I know he ain't one of us
Know he ain't one of us, know he ain't one of us
You ain't got no P inside your chest, he ain't one of us
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy