I ain't no crash-out dummy, but I might crash out

Uh, uh, uh, uh (uh)

I'm his lil' fine shit, I'm his lil' crash out (crash out)

Belt to ass, I get petty when I lash out (lash out)

Sonnin' niggas, I'm like, "Welcome to your dad house"

Shitted on them niggas, pissed 'cause they assed out

It's hot outside, and I'm lookin' like some heat

Treat Bottega like some Timbs, pay attention to the feet

Sittin' pretty like a bad bitch, ho, have a seat

I'm here to feed the streets, bon appétit (grr)

Uh, I'm petite or whatever

Tryna cuff me, Van Cleef it or better (better)

What's a b***h wit' a Glock to a steppa?

I ain't never hesitant, I be with whatever (grrah, grrah, grrah)

Pull up with a knock, it's me (hola)

Take it to the gun range, toot it like a G (hola)

I'm a nightmare, bad b***h of his dreams (haha)

Just left out the trench, came back lookin' flee

Lookin' like candy, s**t ain't sweet

Ghetto and fancy, bitches ain't me

If I was a nigga, I would put it in your mouth

I ain't goin' back and forth with bitches trollin' from the couch

I'm his lil' fine shit, I'm his lil' crash out (crash out)

Belt to ass, I get petty when I lash out (lash out)

Sonnin' niggas, I'm like, "Welcome to your dad house" (hello)

Shitted on them niggas, pissed 'cause they assed out

It's hot outside, and I'm lookin' like some heat (uh)

Treat Bottega like some Timbs, pay attention to the feet (uh)

Sittin' pretty like a bad bitch, ho, have a seat (mwah)

I'm here to feed the streets, bon appétit

I'll be damned if a b***h catch me lackin'

It'll never, ever happen

They ain't on shit, they just in the chat chattin'

When the p***y ain't trappin', these bitches start rappin' (bitches start rappin')

No budget on the chain, it's a hunnid a gem (uh)

Niggas run they mouth 'til I run into them

I be with the gang, it's a hunnid of them

It be dozens of them, you know my brothers are them, yeah

You want a fine bitch, yell it

That's your man, can't be mine, dick, sell it

I'm his lil' demon, but I'm angelic

Give a n***a hell and I can't help it

I'm his lil' fine shit, I'm his lil' crash out (crash out)

Belt to ass, I get petty when I lash out (lash out)

Sonnin' niggas, I'm like, "Welcome to your dad house" (hello)

Shitted on them niggas, pissed 'cause they assed out

It's hot outside, and I'm lookin' like some heat (uh)

Treat Bottega like some Timbs, pay attention to the feet (uh)

Sittin' pretty like a bad bitch, ho, have a seat (mwah)

I'm here to feed the streets, bon appétit