(E in this motherfucker)
I don't even like postin' no pics no more
These niggas just gon' pop what you pop
Pop your own shit (Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh)

Bitch (Uh, uh) , I tell a ho, "Save it" (Uh, uh)
Bitch badder than No, David! (Uh, uh)
Pull out the racks, all in there, she naked (Uh, uh)
Lil' bitch so fire, had her cook bacon (Uh, uh)
I fuck your bitch and make no payment (Uh, uh)
I'm off the shits with yo' old lady (Uh, uh)
Pimp a ho, put her on Backpage (Uh, uh)
Hit her, delete her, hit backspace (Uh, uh)
Geeked up all week, I've been up for days
Geeked up all week, still ain't reach the peak
Shut up, ya bird, bitch, close your beak
I need drugs, I don't need nothin' to eat
Niggas throw rocks, and then hit retreat
Knocked out his socks with that. 223
My bitch don't know what to do with mе
D-I-E, you commit truancy
I can't let a ho ruin me
I got more brеad than Santa
Fly my bitch to the Tropic from Tanger
Niggas hate, yeah, they knock it, but they cannot stop it
it's why I'm gon' keep runnin' bands up
I'll show you how to pop it, I'll make this ho drop it
The driver wait when she land here
I'll show you how to rock it, drop merch, and then cop it
Designer, designer fan gear (Young Vamp, uh)
Bitch, it's cartunez, not Disney (Uh, uh)
Young Vamp on tour, I tour in your city (Uh, uh)
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Uh, uh)
Ran up, fire 'em in Rickies (Uh, uh)
Let's fuck, yeah she wanna lick me (Uh, uh)
Catch up, these niggas in last place (Uh, uh)
A hundred K, that's on a bad day (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I'm rich, the trap spot even got a gate (Uh, uh)
Talk yo' shit, the AP cost ten Rollies (Uh, uh)
Extra clip on me, bitch, I reload it (Uh, uh)
Never shot at shit, boy, you just tote it (Uh, uh)
Hit the road, yeah, I guess we just sole-switched (Uh, uh)
Hit her right, now she sayin' we soul-tied (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I'm on the eddies, bitch, my soul fried (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I'm so YVL, I'm so 5 (Uh, uh)
She just snorted a Perc', she so high
Oh, that wasn't a Perc'? She coked out
No more drip, ya sold out
Ann Demeulemeester on my shoulders
Kept my pants on like I'm a soldier
And I stay in my bag like a folder
All-black drip like Folgers
For you, I'll build a fortress
I'm tired of this bitch, I'm whore-sick
Don't believe what you see, baby
Explore page, she seeing me daily
Explore page, fake news
I can't kick it with these fake dudes
Blurred out the picture, this ain't Facetune
These bitches postin' these fake nudes
I'm the gangster on the internet
All of these niggas be fake goons