[Intro]
(X.O. think he all that)

[Chorus]
This that dope-boy, ooh, that dope-boy diddy
Ayy, like I ain't got no friends, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Ayy, I see you doin' cool, but you'd do better fuckin' with me
She only bad up in pictures, that lil' ho be catfishin'
Ayy, walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, ayy
Walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, yeah
I'm not one of them at all, at all, yeah
Bitch, put your ass in the air, twerk it on your head (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Why you always actin' like a n***a owe you somethin'? Hey
Always in your feelings like a lil'-ass ho or somethin' (Ayy)
Broke in real life, on Instagram, you gettin' money, damn (Ayy)
You ain't gotta lie to Lu-Lu, keep that shit a hundred (Hey)
Ayy, this is for the gangsters up in Texas
Them youngins out in Florida out there livin' super reckless
Them n***as on that West Coast, Cali with the P's (Ayy)
I never seent you in my life, so how the fuck you in the streets?
I stepped in the party and these n***as hide the hoes (Hide 'em)
Put your ass in the air and put your head on the floor, ayy (Hey)
I got all the P's and the boxes, you ain't know? (Hey)
If it wasn't for this rap shit, I probably'd never post (Hey)
[Chorus]
This that dope-boy, ooh, that dope-boy diddy
Ayy, like I ain't got no friends, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Ayy, I see you doin' cool, but you'd do better fuckin' with me
She only bad up in pictures, that lil' ho be catfishin'
Ayy, walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, ayy
Walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, yeah
I'm not one of them at all, at all, yeah
Bitch, put your ass in the air, twerk it on your head

[Verse 2]
I be on some other shit, they know I'm out my melon (Ayy)
Don't give a fuck if I know who did it, Lu-Lu never tellin' (No)
Ayy, I pull up, girl, let's go to war, ayy, do that shit you texted me
Ayy, do it and stick it, ayy, do it and stick it, yeah
I call all the static in the hood and they know it (Lu)
Hit the mall, fucked off five thousand cash 'cause I was bored, ayy
I'm the one havin' all the rackies, make me show it, ayy
On the North, I got hotter than Jake Paul had Floyd
Ayy, real n***a gettin' money, whole team winnin', yeah
Like a ceiling fan, them youngins spinnin' and they spinnin', yeah
'Fore I come to baby house, she tell me pop a Percocet (Ayy)
Said, "You know this your cookie, big daddy, come and murder it" (Ayy)

[Chorus]
This that dope-boy, ooh, that dope-boy diddy
Ayy, like I ain't got no friends, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Ayy, I see you doin' cool, but you'd do better fuckin' with me
She only bad up in pictures, that lil' ho be catfishin'
Ayy, walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, ayy
Walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, yeah
I'm not one of them at all, at all, yeah
Bitch, put your ass in the air, twerk it on your head