OH BOY

So they been asking where I been at (uh)

Bitch, I been busy

Nigga, I don't be playing them games

Man, I'm still one phone call away

But you can tell 'em we back

Matter fact

Let 'em know we never left

Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grizzillz)

My friend group compared to yours is different kind of bitches

It's two types, one who talk money and who get it

This ain't the same roll from last night 'cause I spent it

My pointers so big, they keep falling off my pendant

Dior 1s, twelve thousand each shoe

Think I got a cold, it's salt water in my pool

The rest of my life, I gotta live by one rule

Remind myself every day not to dress like you

Y'all ain't making no noise, who the fuck is ol' boy?

Big boss, I'll hold my wrist up and ho boy

What should I drive today, the Bentley or the Rolls Royce?

I put this Cuban on and have my whole clothes moist

Spilling Perrier, somebody get a mop

It got boring in a mansion, started sleeping on a yacht

You ain't used to having motion, only living off the clout (ha)

It's some hoes that's gone play with you but me?

I will not, I can not (ay)

All my bitches thick as Keisha and they got cash (and they got cash)

Every time we get a drop, spin the block fast

I get real dough, boy, but I'm not Cash

When I leave the house I know for sho I got my mask (baow)

I love to ice my bitch out, she ice me out too (ice me out)

Youngest nigga in the city plain drop coupe (ha)

Catch a opp with his bitch, she get shot too

Every bitch in the city wanna know what I do (fa, fa, fa, fa)

(What that boy do?)

Bitch, I get cash, find a opp block, spin the shit fast (skrrt)

Big dash, on the drop Benz, I get whiplash (skrrt)

Catch a opp in a fishbowl make his shit crash

Put a bitch on 'em, she gon put 'em in a trick bag

Me, I got a big bag, all my bitches come with good pussy and a big ass

Spend the bo money, all the show money get stashed

Point me to a big body Benz, I could just crash (ha)

(Gangsta Grizzillz)

Oh, boy, I done jumped inside my big and zipped it up

First dream was a mil' then it touched and wasn't enough

I told you way before we fucked, we just fuckin', it ain't love

See me shootin' with my chain on, I said it wasn't us, we stretch shit

Know I'm him, we should've never left

Bitch, I bought my bitch a, that shit got my ex sick

It ain't just my wrist and my fingers

Bitch, you know my whole neck lit

Add myself to a account like this shit was Netflix

Don't fuck with me, tied our heart together, bitch, you stuck with me

She should sign to G-Unit, her kit worth a buck 50

Get on your ass in old fashion, you know we love switches

Prayed to a shooting star but he ain't make enough wishes

You know I boot up, suit up, come right in the house

I DM, then pull up, cum right in her mouth

The snowfall in the city, so I'm flying 'em south

If he hiding in the crib, we fire bombin' the house, it's easy

He woke up with a .223 in his dread (baow)

And he gon' reap what he sow, the chops shoot needle and thread (rrt)

You never see me 'cause I'm deep in my bag

I treat his bitch like a tampon and leave her on read

(Leave her on read)

She was dreaming 'bout the dick, damn near peed in the bed

Bitch keep beggin' for it, we Felicia and Craig (Felicia and Craig)

Hit his bitch now I got permanent seats in his head

Fifty clip curl like the first piece of the bread (baow, baow)

Ayy, Jimmy Butler, big heat with long extensions (ayy)

Bought my bitch a rose gold choker, Homer Simpson

Now she on my chocolate 'cause she heard I got the golden ticket

All these fucking poles like I'm photogenic, nigga, hold up, ayy

Yeah, I'm fresh as hell, take me a photo

But not with all these motherfuckin' dorks, take me a solo

Swiped the rental with a fake ID, made it a stolo

He bought a chain, please tell me it's real, K-Ci and JoJo (ay, Risk)

They like, "Why he start rappin'?

He done served the whole city" (sheesh)

My bitch in school for nursing and still on the road with me

(Let's go)

Turn around for fifty pros 'bout to burn a hole in me (uh-huh)

If he short me on that bread I'm gon' burn a hole in 'em (brrt)

I'm like Master P, I ain't got no limit (let's go)

Niggas start and now they I finish (finish)

Niggas start it then I finish (finish)

I did on my own, I ain't borrow niggas' image (nah)

I was on the block mixing rock like a chemist (whip it)

Got the fiends lined up at the spot like a scrimmage (uh-huh, okay)

I be passing out testers every day like it's Christmas

Dope talk, give it to me straight, fuck the code talk

First off, don't ever ask me how much a fuckin' bo cost

Shiesty, hit this bitch three times like I don't know, dawg

I'm Mike Vick, my trap still slappin', but no dog

A nigga try to punch, I'ma slide, nigga, no frog

And y'all can't get no boy around this bitch

'Cause we don't know y'all