Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got to the door I got indicted already, I don't give a fuck The police pulled me over, I'm shooting up Bitch, I got verses for the You ain't got that money, then fuck nigga bye My bi, I'm straight Then I get cake, andale
1] Pull up on your bitch, like skudda Told the bitch, is you gon' hop in or I know you smoke this bud I know you wanna with a thug nigga wanna mean mug Shoot his ass and his foot, his mug So the fuck nigga can't walk or talk And I only lime green, not the mothafucking rainbow And my can't fold Sosa, I'm saint hoe But in God I trust, and frauds I fuck with, aye But my bankroll got rainbows, bitch Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got to the door I got indicted already, I don't give a fuck The police pulled me over, I'm shit up Bitch, I got verses for the You ain't got verse money, then fuck nigga bye My bi, I'm straight Then I get cake, andale
2] Been out grandma house Had junkies all at grandma house they ass pipe down You gon' get me in trouble, I'm 16 now Now I'm grown as And I got my own to bring a D, sold that shit out my own house Bought a couple keys, sold that shit out my own see how I'm living now Riding in a Rarri, riding real Hop in that mothafucka, skudda skuh, that dash Naw baby, I gon' crash All I fucking do is Nascar Niggas wanna take that far Shooting guns like Rambo up with that ammo With a suitcase full of that
Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got to the door I then got indicted already, I don't give a The police me over, I'm shooting shit up Bitch, I got for the high You ain't got verse money, then fuck nigga bye My bi, I'm straight Then I get that cake,