these new niggas is gettin' on my nerves
how many fuckin' louboutins i don' bought before these niggas got a car?
i might have to give these niggas rides
you niggas might need a taxi
he's textin' me on the backstreet
i ran it up like a track meet
niggas stole that flow from me
now i'm just takin' it back seat
they said i wasn't shit and that's facts cause
if i wasn't a thing then in fact your girlfriend wouldn't be here in my back seat
i might shoot at your face
i might nut on her braces
you said you wan' get choked
i really just want throat
i hate when freaky bitches lie and say they liked to get choked and then when you go crazy they just don't know how to act
all gold zipper on the balmains fit up
all gold rollie doesn't tock my nigga
not old posted on the my niggas
i think i just raised the bar
i think i'm high in the stars
or that's just the wraith
gimme the pack and i might tax that
we pullin' up to your pad
and then we gon' pull out the rattle and go click-clack
i ride that bih like a boat with a sail on it
i got a pack in the box that says mail on it
open it up and then sell it all
all of these bitches still be tryna have sex with me
y'all niggas was sleeping and now you texting me