[Intro]
My motherfuckin'—
(Ooh, Austin)
My motherfuckin' voice gone
Ayy, still in this bitch
It's all excuses

[Verse 1]
Ayy, sorry, sweatheart, pull your pants up
Yeah, really, I just want my dick sucked
My bitch sluttin' out my other bitch, we all some sick fucks
Mama thick, I'm suicidal, I just fucked my wrist up
Cut the bitch off, got my bands up
Boy, you know it was us that did that shit, and what?
Pocked stuffed than a bitch, I keep on gettin' my hands stuck
Ayy, man up, why you take the bitch back, simp?
Walked up to my bank account then hit a backflip
We finally did it, count more miles and go to Saks Fifth
Saint Laurent track 'fit, smoke up with a bad bitch
Your bitch likely love me with your chain on, her neck itch
My voice gone 'cause I was fuckin' on your rap bitch
Outside in the rain with no motherfuckin' jacket
So many scam pages, I should be on Catfish
Just madе a bunny come out the top, this ain't no hat trick

[Chorus]
N***a think he fuckin' with mе, he dreamin'
Ironic how I'm fresh as hell but I'm freezin'
Bitch, let me get some neck, I need it (Right now)
I'm in the clouds with no socks, like Jesus
Hit a n***a block with them mops, then bleed it
Pussy n***a better take cover, anemic
Forgot I had a bitch, she just dumped me for cheatin'
I'm so rich, I don't give a fuck, I mean it, ayy
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I don't give a fuck, n***a
Say she on her period, I'm finna titty fuck with her
Yeah, in the air booted, I don't need to punt kick her
On a jet high as hell, sendin' hits on fuck n***as
Please forgive me, Lord
Know he used to be my dog, finna blaze that dork
I don't like these n***as
In the city right now tryna find these n***as
His gray gon' be pissed on like Chauncey Billups
I'm OT, iced out with like five, six bitches
You would've cuffed her, I just passed her to live and Jimmy
I was tryna make a band like I signed to Diddy
Love my fans, tat my autograph when I sign they titties
Yeah, life's great
Even ones mean more to me still might hate
Cubans on, don't get it twisted like an ice tray
Scammin' hard, don't give a fuck 'bout what the price say
Broke-ass n***a, ayy

[Chorus]
N***a think he fuckin' with me, he dreamin'
Ironic how I'm fresh as hell but I'm freezin'
Bitch, let me get some neck, I need it (Right now)
I'm in the clouds with no socks, like Jesus
Hit a n***a block with them mops, then bleed it
Pussy n***a better take cover, anemic
Forgot I had a bitch, she just dumped me for cheatin'
I'm so rich, I don't give a fuck, I mean it, ayy
[Outro]
Talkin' to this one bitch, right?
But now I fucked her, right?
But she just not tellin' me this
I knew the bitch looked familiar from a while ago
It ain't—
First of all, bro
These bitches be tryna play drunk as hell
Let me tell y'all somethin', bro
Let me tell y'all n***as somethin', bro
These bitches be tryna play roles
But literally, we had fucked every bitch in Detroit
And you know it say like, literally
No bitch, bro, in Detroit is safe, like every bitch think I've fucked
Five, six, seven-four, bro
That's what n***as gotta know
These bitches gettin' fucked
I'm 'bout to fuck this bitch tonight
But at the end of the day
I feel like four days
Probably like five days, I'll say five days, this like the sixth day
You know what I'm sayin'?
But at the end of the day, I'm like
Look familiar as hell
Whole time, I had to go through the group chat
Peep the video
Bro, these hoes be poppin' tryna play they role, bro, this shit was crazy, bro
We literally them n***as bro, like, I swear to God on my life, bro
I don't think no group, no, no rap group in Detroit fucked more hoes than us, bro, at all, I swear to God