Lyrics

[Verse 1] Big-ass bottle of Patrón, I might smack your ass Ooh, Goddamn, how the fuck you get a fat-old ass? Punch a nigga straight in his jaw, he thought that was glass Uh, take all his shit out his pockets, took all his cash Where your money at? Nah, I think it's sad Had to beat that nigga ass up, he thought he was bad Had to beat that nigga ass up, he thought he was gon' press me? Wet that nigga face up, hoo, like a jetski Nigga, yes me? Ooh, I'm a pest so yeah, I'm kind of pesky Yeah, who gon' terminate me? Bitch tryna fuck but she don't wanna date me Feel like Bow-Wow how a nigga run the lottery Want some money, ain't gon' get it from me Ayy, I'm in New York like which nigga gon' son me [Verse 2] She say she don't want nobody else, it's only one me Knock of bad whole huns in a bubble bath Chunky-ass nina on me, but I'll knuckle up Bitch always in my ear about such and such Here, put somethin' in your mouth just to shut it up I ain't interested in no bitch who don't run it up Ayy, go and get a trap, it ain't no comin' back You ain't bring the money in the sack, it ain't no fun in that I'm from where them knives up in your back, it ain't no love in that I ain't never seen a tough nigga give two fucks Hoes see the pimp slide up in a new car Hollows finna hide, nigga, I'll blow his roof off Back rollin' gas up at a new jar [Verse 3: Chuuwee] 4:30, do the drag race like RuPaul The little homie got a Trey 8, shoot shoes off Hangin' with the goons, ridin' away with the new soft And this bitch suck dick like she got loose jaw Got a gas pack, I was tryna get goop off I'm quiet, seen the boys and my niggas don't do laws Trippin' off shrooms, she gon' talk my mood off Triple-X T-shirt, I feel too tall (Ayy) Took her shopping, told the bitch let's hit the mall You hella broke, can't pay my rent at all Mission Milly Rock, bitch, I'm finsta ball Without the reefer in my system, I hit withdrawls