Lyricist : Brooklyn Bolden/Marissa White/Gregory Youance

Composer : Brooklyn Bolden/Marissa White/Gregory Youance

Can't **** on a ho, she an eater

Cruise down the street in the new two seater

Pot too hot, put my wrist in a freezer

Plug for the drank, we gon' pour up in liters

All in your city with Glocks

We see an opp, then they bound to get popped

She see my chain and that ***** gon' pop

I'm riding with gang if they send me they drop

We got hoes, we got bustdowns

We takin' flights, we ain't givin' a **** now

Give her a Perc', now she tryna make me **** now

Top tier gang, they be ready to run down

Look at me now, you can watch me on big screens

Bust down my wrist, look at these VV's

Ran up that bag, now I'm rocking that GG

Rock out in designer, I'm drippin' like Fiji, go

Dripping like water, no faucet

Walk out with that pack and he lost it

Walk straight in the store and I cop it

No more in the back, lil' *****, 'cause I bought it

Molly still in the trap with them bricks

I sent her the work, now she throwin' a fit

Designer my closet, which 'fit I'ma pick?

He act like a ho so I call him a *****

Ayy, four car garage with six whips

On the block with your ho, that's a thick *****

Got a Glock with a thirty, that's a big ****

Hit a lick at the spot for a brick, gotta dip quick

Run off on the plug, then we takeoff

Beefin' with Molly, we gon' take your face off

Hit a lick on the block in the whip with the plates off

Don’t **** with these hoes, play a ***** like Jigsaw

Can't **** on a ho, she an eater

Cruise down the street in the new two seater

Pot too hot, put my wrist in a freezer

Plug for the drank, we gon' pour up in liters

All in your city with Glocks

We see an opp, then they bound to get popped

She see my chain and that ***** gon' pop

I'm riding with gang if they send me they drop