It's 2020 bitch stay in ya bag
It's 2020 stay in ya bag nigga
Get in ya bag, fuck you waiting for?
Who you gone let stop you?
Nigga nobody!

This bitch made me nut off of one stroke
It's hard to be rich and then play broke
Baby give me bikini in a bottle
A fries and a sprite and a side of some deep Throat
Oh my, oh my, she flee
One of a kind her makeup beat
If you gotta choose between me and someone Else
Pick them, I'll leave (byee)
Cause 2020, I ain't with the bullshit
I ain't with the funny money, I got shooters with
Me movin' cautious
And you had a chance with me, too bad you lost it
And I don't need no friendships, no I won't force it

And I'm with them ooda oohs
Booda boom, booda bow
And I don't wanna pull out, but at the same time I don't want a child
Cause you know how these bitches be, they ain't playing fair and they playing real foul
And I don't got no tolerance, dripping cold shit
Bitch you better pipe down (better pipe down)

Before I run in ya shit
I cop a fit and then go take me a flick
And I'm in my zone and you ain't stopping this
It's never no action, it's straight politics
And I was just up in the 4 with a stick
They be throwing subs but ain't tag me in shit
Watch how I pull up with a pole tuck, you son of a bitch!
And I'm really on top, and you know
And I really be sliding, I ain't giving the media no show
This bad little bitch threw the line in
This dumb nigga, he done fell for a little hoe
They can't believe it, I'm achieving
Oh, oh, oh my god

And I'm with them ooda oohs
Booda boom, booda bow
And I don't wanna pull out, but at the same time I don't want a child
Cause you know how these bitches be, they ain't playing fair and they playing real foul
And I don't got no tolerance, dripping cold shit
Bitch you better pipe down (better pipe down)

And I'm catching mad attention
I'm so hot that my name always trending (mad hot)
I can get in my bag, I be chilling
Barely speak what I'm thinking, they be stealing
Pretty bitch, call her bad to the bone
Publix do em right, while she wrong
She need her a real nigga who gone run down, don't need bro to him on
And that's a fact, I got them got them hitta hittas on ya back
I'm with the gang, rolling in the pack, and I put my feelings all up into sacks
And I put my feelings all into traps
And I'm with the squad nigga, what you on?
My brothers gone ride nigga right or wrong, my fashion aggressive while a nigga calm