[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
Room full of bitches, finna gang bang, I ain't twisting no fingers
I don't know no sign language, you a bitch player
N***as always on the side hating, lotta n***as virjins
See me going up, they can't take it
Send the money for the song, or you gon' be on that bitch by yourself
Say you only got a thousand, give that shit to somebody else
Like a single mother, fuck n***as, I don't need no help
N***as say I'm [?], n***a, oh well
N***as dress badder than these bitches on my Instagram
Talking shit in comments, you a gangsta, or an Insta fan?
You ain't finna dick ride my wave, but these bitches can
Catfish, right after I fuck, I'm a different man
Only time a bitch hear my voice, when shе stream some
Bitch thought I took her on a datе, she just dreamed of it
Throw a party, all my hoes in this bitch mean mugging
Bitches keep on threatening me with leaving, like it mean something
Text a bitch back when I feel like it, nevermind, I don't feel like it
I'm [?] still [?]
N***as kiss hoes that kiss dick, n***as real trifling
[?] bitch [?] but you still wifed her
Fucking up my shoes, buy some new ones, I ain't finna wipe them
Treat these bitches like an Insta post, I ain't finna like them
Told the cashier to ring me up, 'cause I ain't finna try them
Bitches said they can't live without me, then these bitches dying
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Sent your bitch [?] that mean soul snatching
Told her come and get some money, all my hoes happy
See an opp, unplug him quicker than a low battery
Face a wood [?] matching shit, like my clothes [?]
High as hell, scrolling down an opp page laughing
N***as broker than a bitch, tryna play savage
When I look around, all my n***as bosses
Got enough money to customise all you n***as' coffens
Young n***a, used to [?] D.B.C
Swiping cards, bitch, I'm [?] like E.B.T
N***as sick I made a killing off the shh
All these hoes want my balls, like D.B.Z
Get my dawgs whatever, I'll never call it leaching
We is on the hunt together, then this time, we all gon' eat
Red bottoms on, told my [?] bleeding
Put the spikes on your head, like [?]
[?] neck, could've swore I saw demons
See these nots on me, look like I caught a beating
I'ma pass the bitch to 1TakeJay, ain't no pressure
Got the bad bitches tapping in, like a wrestler