[Hook] Fuck boy said he want beef His ass gon' be traumatized I'mma be feeling sorry momma wise Cause I can't trust niggas I got a lot of eyes Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling On that road runner shit meep meep
[Verse 1] You ain't smoking dope your weed got plenty season I'm rolling around the town with this and glizzy meeting Glo Gang bitch you know that we go plenty weed men Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in Fourteen hundred for this belt fuck with no more damn Fendi beat in And I don't have any reasons Seventeen shots in this 45-50 in the Glock, hundred in the chop Let's see how many kills we can get Black Ops Bitch I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit crack rock Niggas stay sneak dissing we gon' start throwing bullets like Ross I ain't shit when I ain't have shit couple grand on some kicks Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playing with it
[Hook] Fuck boy said he want beef His ass gon' be traumatized I'mma be feeling sorry momma wise Cause I can't trust niggas I got a lot of eyes Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling On that road runner shit meep meep