Yeah
Fuck, man
Gang shit
Yeah, fuck

Start my day with a blunt
Hit a bitch, make her jump
Hit a blunt, hit my lungs
Grab my shit, grab my gun
Hit the road, check my guy
Got some loud, yeah its purp'
Hit the block, clear the scene
Don't let those choppas bean
Get a bag, I stack it
Get a bitch, gotta mack it
Got a car, do the race
Seen an opp, make him shake
Hit the gas, fuck the brake
Break the leg, fuck the wait
Hit the stage, do my dance
Nine shots in my pants

OLN, that's the label
When we chill, no cable
Yeah, yeah I ain't tryna sign to no label
Niggas think that it's funny
Last week I was bummy
Last week I had nothing
Housey, stressin'
BM's, textin'
Say she tired of my bullshit
Niggas still on that ho shit
I cut all of the ties off
I cut all of my bitches off
Now I'm poppin', they annoying
I beat them, I ain't joinin'
Buy or bye, we them niggas
Your bitch know we them niggas
We name brands, make the trap hot
At the end of the month, get a new spot
Fuck the telly, where a crockpot?
I'm name brand, can't trust a bitch
I fucked her, she's celibate
Girl sayin' I change-change-changed up
Only thing that changed up
Is all these girls tryna claim us
The cops can't even tame us
Our hood runs, you can't blame us
Buy LV for my mainer's
Buy LV for my main girl
Shawty know she gotta act right

(Yo, fuck these bitches man)
(We can't even on right, man)
(Fuck man, and you know what it is, man)
(Fuck, yeah)

These niggas talk like bitches
We don't do, that's what bitches do
We don't pull up ties, how bitches move
Me and gang-gang have different moves
Me and MK got the streets now
Just gotta walk, gotta leave now
Wish grandma can see now
From fat boy to the guy now
Like, I don't even have to lie now
I don't even have to brag now
Labels fly me all the time, babe
I don't even have to pay now

(Trust me)
(Huh? Yeah)
(The intro)
(Call me Bob, she called me Bob)