I just popped an OxyContin, I'm finna go to sleep You gon' pay for the pussy, she let me fuck for free I got flicked in the white Bentley with the butter seats They ain't even know I had to—, yeah I had to stuff the seats Boy, it's pussy in your bloodline if you're brother's sweet I make my bro—, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I make my brother beat up yours, I beat your brother weak How the fuck I wake up, but I'm still in a dream? I can't buy no Wock from these niggas, they be cutting lean Damn, bitch I know your pussy stink, you got rubber jeans Bitch ass sliding down her pants, she got butter jeans Bitch walked in with a big bitch, looked like—, ah Bitch walked in with a big bitch, looked like Butterbean Damn, I knew this bitch ran track, she got runner jeans Nigga, you don't really rock Amiri, them your brother's jeans I just caught my fiend having sex with my other fiend Nigga, you got traded to that squad, that's your other team I don't let my bitches meet my mama 'cause my mother mean These ho's don't love me, they just really want me for some cheese I make my robot beat your ass, call it Bumblebee Bitch ain't know I had the Gucci's on, ain't see the double G's Bitch, open up your eyes, you gotta look closely I ain't wanna be a rapper, I swear the shit chose me Nigga tried to start some beef with me 'cause his bitch chose me If you never heard the Coochie Man, I bet your bitch know me In the club popping bottles, I bet your bitch want me Threw some diamonds right above my hand, now my wrist frozen Bitch, these ain't no Chuck Taylors, these some Rick Owens Eighth of Wock in the two-liter, it was so delicious I can't let no nigga tell on me, got smoke the witness Nigga lost his life for that ho', he got smoked for bitches Nigga beefin' with some ho's, he got smoked with bitches What the fuck? Damn What? Aight, yeah I be catching plays at Popeyes, I don't want no chicken Nigga ain't have pussy all year, he don't want the bitches Niggas thought he died for no reason, he got smoked for snitchin'