Umm, umm, umm
Yeah, umm

Got a bitch in the whip, uh
Forty bitches tryna fuck my shit, uh
Forty ight peace, I'ma dip, uh
Guess I gotta pack, I gotta dip (Got it)
Yeah

Yeah, I'm fucking runnin' fast like shit, uh
Yeah, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch? (Bitch)
Got the Glocks and the four, got you rip (Gotta)
Gotta pay yo fucking rent, all that shit
Uh, uh

Fly around, fly around, bitches sayin' shit
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Bitches sayin' shit
Ride around with the Glock, bitch I blow yo shit
Fuck yo talking 'bout? You really thought you was on shit

Ridin', rollin'
Lean lean flowing
Singin', goin' for money
I can afford it
I'm fuckin' goin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Icy, glowing
Guess I'm in the low end
And I'm trappin', ridin'
Fucking all these hoes
Fucking lyin', what the fuck you callin'
Got 'er ridin', rollin'
Riding' 'round the hoes
Trying me but guess you got no poles

Got a bitch in the whip, uh
Forty bitches tryna fuck my shit, uh
Forty ight peace, I'ma dip, uh
Guess I gotta pack, I gotta dip (Gotta)
Yeah

Yeah, I'm fucking runnin' fast like shit, uh
Yeah, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch? (Bitch)
Got the Glocks and the four, got you rip (Gotta)
Gotta pay yo fucking rent, all that shit
Uh, uh

Fly around, fly around, bitches sayin' shit
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Bitches sayin' shit
Ride around with the Glock, bitch I blow yo shit
Fuck yo talking 'bout? You really thought you was on shit