Bye Bye

None of these n*ggas can tell me sh*t

They just steady trying to look rich

I'm pullin' the baddest b*tch

You know that them rats get stitched

I got a lot of baggage

Whole lot of racks, they making me saggin'

Speed dial, call my n*gga, he steppin'

Yeah I'ma hit the bank, yeah, just cashin'

Can't be cryin' over that ho

Dyin' over that ho (Dyin')

Flyin' in a ZO6

We sliding like Crisco

I say bye-bye to that ho

Bye to that ho

I get so fried like eggroll

Will he get by? I think no

(I told that ho to leave me alone)

Black ho, woah

(Them 5.56s go straight through his dome)

Black ho, she bad to the bone

(We by the pool just sippin' Patron)

Latin ho, she bad to the bone

(I was to school, yeah, yeah, with them fous)

I just let her take my soul (Let's go)

Oxy, yeah, that take my soul

If i just put down the racks, yeah, put down the tax, the n*gga, he gone

Full metal jacket, give him those

Put a n*gga down and now it's crows

Can't squash sh*t, we wipin' ya nose

Slide on the gas station, Texa-blow

F*ck no, I ain't listen to that diss, lil' bro

B*tch ass n*gga wanna d*ck to suck, I know

I just had to say this sh*t right or wrong

I am the n*gga they bitin' on

I'm too sick, need a Tylenol

Text your b*tch then I fly her over

I can't trust no one

I can't risk no love

Yeah, yeah

Up the score, bruh

It's just gon' be more blood

Lil' n*gga gon' need some more luck

I told them I don't know nothing else

I'm too stubborn, lil' baby, I can't find no one else

You know times getting harder (Harder)

Jump up out the water

Empty baby bottles

Kicked the cup, I went full throttle

Yes, that my bestie, that's my shotta

Lil' b*tch just want to slobber

I really want to crop ya

I must empty out that chopper

They want to turn me to a number

She chug d*ck like glug, glug

Used to eat Uncrustables

Not her type could f*ck that ho

I throw back the X, it's crushed up

I blow back, they say that's f*cked up

You know that I'm a young stunner

I'm on Neptune, I'm on stellar

None of these n*ggas can tell me sh*t

They just steady trying to look rich

I'm pullin' the baddest b*tch

You know that them rats get stitched

I got a lot of baggage

Whole lot of racks, they making me saggin'

Speed dial, call my n*gga, he steppin'

Yeah I'ma hit the bank, yeah, just cashin'

Can't be cryin' over that ho

Dyin' over that ho (Dyin')

Flyin' in a ZO6

We slidin' like Crisco

I say bye-bye to that ho

Bye to that ho

I get so fried like eggroll

Will he get by? I think no