Holla, holla holla you can't hit my gas man
I gotta take this to the face
I just smoked a half a pound
B*tch I'm fried, bit*h I'm fried
You say that you ballin'
Boy you lied, boy you lied
That lil' mama thick
She got thighs, she got thighs
Aye, went and picked that bit*h up
On my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun
By my side, by my side
Aye, f*ck her from the back
'Til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the bit*h
She ain't mine, she ain't mine
You can't hang with gang
You ain't slime, you ain't slime
This lil' n*gga stay with the sh*t
Keep a lil' b*tch 'and she thick
I turned that b*tch on like a switch
I get the thumb I don't kiss
30 K all on my wrist
Been out here all on your b*tch
Ballin' hard with the assist
I shoot my shot I don't miss
Shot that's on me like a gun
I swang that b*tch just like Lebron
I shoot the nut right on her tongue
She ate the nut like a pecan
You see the cars they come in a fleet
I got a Rollie but want a Phillippe
I'm in the hood, and stake out on cheap
I got my a*s out ain't gettin' no sleep
I'm in the trap, I get it they love it
I love it, they hatin' they broke and disgustin'
It weighin' over I'm really like "f*ck it"
I still make a profit and double the budget
It weighin' over I'm really like "f*ck it"
I still make a profit and double the budget
Already sold, I didn't even touch it
I'm talking money they switchin' the subject
I just smoked a half a pound
B*tch I'm fried, bit*h I'm fried
You say that you ballin'
Boy you lied, boy you lied
That lil' mama thick
She got thighs, she got thighs
Aye, went and picked that bit*h up
On my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun
By my side, by my side
Aye, f*ck her from the back
'Til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the bit*h
She ain't mine, she ain't mine
You can't hang with gang
You ain't slime, you ain't slime
I don't play no games I handle business
Yah, I move them pounds I'm in the fitness
I keep a Glock 'cause I'm a walking ticket
I'm in the trap I hustle like I'm Nipsey
I went and put some 4G's on my ride
I got this drip for sale but this ain't Plies
Her a*s like Mikey D's its supersized
I told these n*ggas catch up, hold the fries
I see a real n*gga when I look up in the mirror
Still got the sack bit*h I feel like vermillion
Yes I'm smokin' killer
My hood look like Thriller
All these chains on I might need a chinchilla
I just smoked a half a pound
B*tch I'm fried, bit*h I'm fried
You say that you ballin'
Boy you lied, boy you lied
That lil' mama thick
She got thighs, she got thighs
Aye, went and picked that bit*h up
On my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun
By my side, by my side
Aye, f*ck her from the back
'Til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the bit*h
She ain't mine, she ain't mine
You can't hang with gang
You ain't slime, you ain't slime