I like niggas who don't ask to hit my blunt, yeah (I do) I like bank roses on the cloths and pound up in trunk I know hood niggas that will fuck you up (I know, I know, I know) Bitch you only took a sip, how you already drunk (bitch) I don't like molly, don't like no percocets, I'd rather smoke one My ex think that I'm comin' back, I told him boy you so dumb I call you little bitch, but nga you a whole one (bitch) Whole one (bitch) Ho (bitch) Ho wait (bitch)
Give me the Courvoisier, bitch Put it in my cup, bitch Why you tryna front, bitch I be in my bag, yeah I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set And my ngas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad
And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag You don't know how to treat women, had a bad dad I don't really like these niggas, man I'm mad mad Where this money comin' in me, I'm like God damn
Had to give my shit up to a nga who ain't had his licks up Taught a nigga how to trap and now he taught his bitch, yeah I don't really get this shit, my nigga, I'm too lit yeah Gucci on my face and on waist and on his dick, yeah How you tryna play a bitch, you playin' like the Knicks yeah She think I'm a lesbian the way she meet my fist, yeah I can't stop until I got a house up on my wrist, yeah I saw you a fool but I would rather pull the lip yeah
Pass, the Courvoisier, bitch Put it in my cup, bitch Why you tryna front, bitch I be in my bag, yeah I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set
And my niggas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag You don't know how to treat women, had a bad dad I don't really like these niggas, man I'm mad mad
(I like niggas who don't ask to hit my blunt) (I do)