Yeah (yeah)
Bitch, stop actin' like you know me (You know me)
If you bout that shit, then show me (Then show me)
Hit bout it if you want it (If you want it)
I promise you, you don't want it (You don't want it)
Copped that shit, just to flaunt it (Uh huh)
I went private, bitch, I flown in
Point that Hi-Tec at your stomach, yeah (Pow)
Yeah, no bap, you don't know me bitch, stop that (Huh)
She want me bitch, no cap (Yeah)
Flex
S-Sorry bout that, yuh
Put him on the damn map
Play with that pussy, that cat (That cat)
Tommy gon' hit you, blatt blatt (Blatt blatt)
Yuh, that's just how I'm livin, I just
Split that nigga wig back, in front of his damn children
All-all I see is lame niggas talkin' bout' me that shit so sickening
Yea-yeah that boy told me he wanna work
I told that boy I'm kiddin
Everybody hatin on the goddamn swag some bitches, yeah
That's so fittin, yeah, yeah
New Chanely freak, put that bitch on fleek, uh huh huh
I just f*cked that bitch, shit wasn't nothin' to me, yeah yeah yeah
And I took her to the A, and bought some gucci sneaks, uh huh huh
You-you don't even know me bitch, so stop talkin' shit about me, yeah yeah yeah
F*ck-f*ck-f*ck that shit, I done bossed up (Huh, yeah)
Ju-just scored on some new rick, bitch I'm swagged up (Swagged up)
Bitch I'm chiefin, on this Wockhardt, f*ck my liver (F*ck that, f*ck that)
Smokin' reefer, yeah this loud pack, f*ck that live it up (Pack, pack, pack, pack)
Bitch, stop actin' like you know me (You know me)
If you bout that shit, then show me (Then show me)
Hit bout it if you want it (If you want it)
I promise you, you don't want it (You don't want it)
Copped that shit, just to flaunt it (No bap)
I went private, bitch, I flown in (No bap)
Point that Hi-Tec at your stomach, yeah (No bap)