All my niggas so hungry man they just eat what they kill
I like convertable bentleys and houses deep in the hills
I might tell the whole crew come through
My squad gotta roll trough come through
Tell the young high school kids keep dreaming
Because they sure do come true
Then I say: this that fucking mob shit, this that fucking player shit
This that shake your bottle up and bust the top and spray this shit
Bitches gettin' dugout like where all the fucking players sit
And like you just got traded
Girl you don't know who you playing with
Oh yeah, oh yeah, my sound is what up right now
I been down, but I'm up right now
Nigga been backstroking and breaststroking
Through that lane that you left open
Man I don't give a fuck right now
Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low
'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla
I don't know what it was 'bout you
Like blue you left me without a clue
(My bitches them fake is it true?)
Cause I try to make this shit work
((?) say like is it your feelings (?))
But I just got one question baby:
Tell me why?
Started from the bottom like Drake said
You the type of nigga gettin' robbed with a (?)
My Squad, are kicking your door where that safe at
Your (?), Games girl I don't play that
She broke on that (?)