FUCK IT UP
Bitch, shut up
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah-yeah (I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
Yeah, I get that cash in then fuck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that bitch is so crazy
That motherfucker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this shit get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad bitch, back that shit up
Yeah, I gotta go, bitch, pack my shit up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that nigga link up
Lil' bitch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good bitch right to a slut
Yeah, that fuck nigga tried me, now this shit up
Yeah, I like a silent bitch, shut up
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (bitch, let's go)
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Yeah, I caught a vibe in this bitch and I'm high, now I'm stuck
These niggas, they actin' like bitches
They pissed off, I walk by, I won't dap 'em up
Yeah, these bitches, they actin' so different
Didn't like me, now they wanna come suck me up
Yeah, I like that real pink drank, lil' nigga
You know that I'm geeked up, kissin' the cup
Yeah, I got a real bad bitch, lil' nigga
You know that I might go pay for her butt
Yeah, I'm a real young nigga, I'm trippin'
I can't stop, gotta go run it up
Yeah, I'm a real young nigga, I'm trippin'
Not like these niggas, they fake as the fuck
I'm not like these niggas, they fakin' the funk
I'm not like these niggas, they don't get no funds
Yeah, I get that cash in then fuck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that bitch is so crazy
That motherfucker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this shit get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad bitch, back that shit up
Yeah, I gotta go, bitch, pack my shit up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that nigga link up
Lil' bitch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good bitch right to a slut
Yeah, that fuck nigga tried me, now this shit up
Yeah, I like a silent bitch, shut up
My shooter don't go anywhere with no gun
These niggas, they might be the two, not the one
I'm the father, these bitch little niggas my son
I'm so gothic, I might shoot this bitch up for fun
When I walk through, these bitches be starin', I'm stunnin'
And my diamonds, they glarin', got these people stunned
I'm on all ten toes, I can't switch up for money
I'm on all ten toes, can't switch up for nothin'
Yeah, I can't switch up for nothin'
Yeah, I made this shit from nothin'
Racks, they just keep on comin'
Racks, they just keep on comin'
Bags, I just keep on smokin'
Bags, my lungs start hurtin'
Yeah, they just keep on hatin'
Damn, that shit not workin'
Yeah, I get that cash in then fuck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that bitch is so crazy
That motherfucker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this shit get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad bitch, back that shit up
Yeah, I gotta go, bitch, pack my shit up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that nigga link up
Lil' bitch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good bitch right to a slut
Yeah, that fuck nigga tried me, now this shit up
Yeah, I like a silent bitch, shut up
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh