Intro

Wait hold up, I'm finna turn this ***** up

(Mustard on the beat ho)

Ridin' through the city, where it's litty

Countin hunnids, countin fifties

I like b*****s with big t*****s

Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it's litty

Countin hunnids, countin fifties

I like b*****s with big t*****s

I'm finna shoot a pornflick, ***** come get your cameo

She got a baby-daddy and a kid, but she ain't tell me though

She runnin' from the D, Oh My God, she's a scary hoe

I kill *****, I hope she got insurance for the burial

Wait hold up, how you even know me?

"Oh I heard you on the radio"

My pockets on fatboys, shoutout too Lil Terrio

The hardest ***** always singing louder than the stereo

Commit a crime, then starting pointing fingers

Like "There he go"

I be fresh to death, fly as hell when I walk through

Why ****** hatin' on me, that I ain't never even talked too?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, *****, who are you?

Oh, you still mad from High-School

'Cause the coach didn't start you?

I take my hoes too Toys'R'Us

Why? 'Cause they childish

You gon' find a better *****? Baby I highly doubt it

Just like a old-ass whip, these hoes got high mileage

Stop gossipin', ***** you still live' in Public Housin'

You ain't bi, she only **** with ****** with the blue-check

I ain't ******' with her, even though I got the blue-check

On Instagram, and my bank account, big blue check

I'm a cold *****, when I come around, she made the crewneck

Knockin' 'em down like dominoes, I'm freaky, yeah, who next?

Even though our convos be dry, I got you wet

I gave her good D, now she braggin' in a group-chat

Now she always poppin' up, like a new text

I got a mic I can sing, you can be my Whitney Houston

I 'ont want a lot, but just like Nike, I'm tryna' do it

Your secrets ain't for me,

'Cause I don't care 'bout who you screwing

The people say I'm famous, really I be really coolin'

I'm a fool, but that jewelry look fake, who you foolin'?

The ****** that be flexin' on the 'gram, be really losin'

Hey tough guy, don't play with guns, if you ain't really shootin'

Stop playin', them ****** in LA be really true

Ridin' through the city, where it's litty

Countin hunnids, countin fifties

I like b*****s with big t*****s

Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it's litty

Countin hunnids, countin fifties

I like b*****s with big t*****s

Ridin' through the city, where it's litty

Countin hunnids, countin fifties

I like b*****s with big t*****s

Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it's litty

Countin hunnids, countin fifties

I like b*****s with big t*****s