Mm, shit to me
(Sammyboy)
I don't really think that lil' bitch shit to me
I don't really think that lil' bitch shit to me

I don't really think that lil' bitch shit to me (Shit to me)
I left that bitch and left that lil' bitch history (History)
Riding 'round and you know I got that stick on me (Stick on me)
Your bitch with me, you know she finna stick with me (Stick with me)
Run from police, it's a track meet
I ain't a fuck nigga, you can't subtract me
I ain't telling shit, don't ask me
Hood-hood bitch so sassy
You know I'm still humble even though I let a lot of niggas pass me
And you know it's no royal rumble, got the chopper in the fucking backseat
Pulling-pulling up [?], we ain't never pulling up in no taxis
Di-Dior on my head and my toe, and your bitch gas me
We sipping lean, we smoking dope, we call that a gas leak
We eating, ain't fasting
Chopper on me, hittin' blastin'
Hit that boy, he like, "What happened?"
Real street nigga, I ain't with that capping
But I'm a trap nigga so I'm cappin'
We see an opp, put a cap in his ass
Young nigga drive and I swerve so bad
Niggas hatin', where they do that at?
Bad bitch, yeah, you know that bitch bad

Smoking dope, man, I'm high off my ass
We shootin' shit, shit finna get mad
I need a blunt that'll forever last
Free Sito, we don't smoke gas
Smoking dope, man, I'm high off my ass
We shootin' shit, shit finna get mad
I need a blunt that'll forever last
Free Sito, we don't smoke gas