Lyrics

[Intro] (This is a Dolan Beats production) On foe nem, ugh Come on over here, yuh "Sosa, Sosa" Hahahaha, yeah, you ain't top my shit though Turn up (This is a Dolan Beats production) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, haha, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse] Got his bitch trippin' 'cause she seeing me, thought she was off a trippy stick Don't know why she sneak dissin' to me, say he got a shrimpy dick Pull off in that Rari, now they think I'm on some fishy shit Two year ago, I ain't have no car, I was on that "Come get me' shit" Two years ago, I ain't have no job, I was on that young drillrin' shit Posted on the block with the Glock, tryna drill some shit Don't give no fuck, that thot with the opps, I'ma drill a bitch And I swear these opps know how I rock, Glo until I be killed I don't want your bitch, boy, let me see if I can fit her in my schedule I won't wife a bitch, boy, these bitches be goin' everywhere I don't care 'bout goin' to jail, they treat me like heaven there 'Fore I let a nigga try to kill me, I'ma send his ass 11 shells