If you got the piece m**r, they call police
Like, "The swoop swoop comin'", I need'a motherfuckin' leave, uh
Walkin' with that talk and drippin' sauce
And my brother grab that gun and squeeze like he Alec Baldwin it
Uh, how you p**s gonna talk, when ya pushin' 44 like, it's P
Bro, you are balding (Oh my God, ay)
I'm at the studio and grindin' to 12
Higher than Hell, while she grippin', tryna grind on my belt
I told the label throw some millies if I'm signing a deal
And I don't even think I'm tryna sell for real, b**h, uh huh
Balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck
If you at the party, let's hit, let's f**k
Knew your boyfriend was a b**h, that's tough