[Intro]

I wanna rap

Rap-rap

[Verse 1]

Knots in my pockets got bigger (Knots)

Playin' with the game like a fiddle (Yeah)

Fuck all the opps, I'm fuckin' they sister

I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles

Drop a lil' guap, hit your block with a missile

Ridin' with a Draco, fuck a lil' pistol (Brrt)

Shawty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her

Had a bitch swallow my seed and you kissed her

Mob ties, leave your face in a pasta

Take a bad bitch and I put her on my roster

Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle (Skrrt, skrrt)

Hit the red carpet and bag me a model

Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle

Piss me off, everybody in trouble

Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double

We gon' send shots and burst they bubble

[Chorus]

Got your career on my wrist, yeah

Can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah

Pills inside of my piss, yeah

Keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah

Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick

Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks

Everything lit like BIC, bitch, yeah

Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch

YCFU, you ain't slick, slick

Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick

Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick

Had her backstage doin' whippets

They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit

Thirty rounds in my clip, bitch

Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch

Time to get back to business

[Verse 2]

Got a lot of problems I deal with

Talkin' 'bout blood, I spill the shit

Talkin' no cap, gettin' peeled quick

Over your body, I build, bitch

Say you want smoke, get turned to a zip

Thought you was a man, but you turned to a bitch

Thought you was Blood, now you turned to a Crip

I'll get you whacked for half my 'fit

I don't what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (Bitch)

I know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her

I know the place I came from, I know they're still whippin' up that powder

I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower (Pop, pop, pop, pop)

[Chorus]

Got your career on my wrist, yeah

Can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah

Pills inside of my piss, yeah

Keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah

Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick

Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks

Everything lit like BIC, bitch, yeah

Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch

YCFU, you ain't slick, slick

Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick

Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick

Had her backstage doin' whippets

They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit

Thirty rounds in my clip, bitch

Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch

Time to get back to business