(Hook) 8th grade nigga had braids Freshman year, a nigga tried the fade Sophomore year had dreads Had to grow up and get some bread Nigga tried be looking for the feds Fuck nigga, fuck what you said Bitch, I’m working tryna get some bread You a little thotty, give me head (I want the top)
(Verse) Bitch, I’m in this shit, bitch, I’m cashing Bitch, I got them bands, ain’t no asking Bitch, give me top, fuck your ass Louis V, Gucci, know I’m cashing (Louie, Gucci) Say fuck the glo, that shit your ass Pull up, pistol packing, we attacking (Aye, aye) Niggas say they savage, man, keep trappin' It’ll happen, nigga, no rapping Pull up on your block, pistol popping Better have your mans and your shotters Shoot you in medulla of the tooka Niggas ain’t on shit, niggas losers Use the XK or the Ruger Pull up at your home, we still gonna shoot you Police can’t save you or your mama Niggas talking like they ready for drama Use the Nickel or the Llama Coming hard like a nigga Osama Just to find me, need Obama Just know this glo gangs fucking summer
(Hook) 8th grade nigga had braids Freshman year, a nigga try to fade Sophomore year had dreads Had to grow up and get some bread Nigga tried be looking for the feds Fuck nigga, fuck what you said Bitch, I’m working tryna get some bread You a little thotty, give me head