[Intro: Big Homiie G]
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Woah (Woah)

[Verse 1: Big Homiie G]
My bitch just text, she havin' PTSD (How?), "You keep on nuttin' in me" (Ugh)
I replied, "I'm young and havin' this shit, why not have a baby by me?" (Woah)
Too much drank, might fall off my feet, freestyle, pour a cup every time I eat (Woah, woah)
Everywhere I go, all eyes on me, just like 'Pac, better watch TV
This ain't just a truck, this a Cadillac V (Skrrt)
Jump in this bitch, get massaged by seats (Ooh)
I heard you got robbed and smacked before (Bitch)
Why you still sayin' you in the streets? (N***a)
I heard your lil' n***as just got whacked (Baow)
I heard your whole gang blamin' G (G)
Man, I outside, fuckin' this thick-ass bitch (Ugh)
You know how n***as be

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
I heard they outside lookin' for me
Bruh 'nеm seven deep, on the way in thе Jeep (That's what I heard)
I get drops from the bitch, you sweet
He ain't see us, shots came from the tree
I hang around real killers, 'fore they kill you, they'll torture you and shoot you in both of your knees
I hang around real trappers
Before the short you on dope, they'll take all your weed
Psh, bitch, that ain't real, that's weave (Can't fool me)
I hate on every side of the city (They wanna do me)
Ten chains, that's my image (Big Cubans)
I spent a dub at Lenox (In Poochie)
[Verse 3: Big Homiie G]
I spent a dub at Saks (At Saks), I just be fuckin' off racks (Woah)
How many lines you got in that soda? You ain't pourin' up like that (A four)
Hmm, I left a bad bitch on read (Read), I don't want nothin' out her but her head (Ugh)
I told lil' bro whenever he catch 'em (What?), shoot em everywhere but his legs (Baow)
Overkill him, make sure he dead (Grrt)
They ain't solve shit, but a cop fled (Skrrt)
Whole lotta rounds from a switch and a bunch of smoke what they news said (Brrt)

[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
That's what the news said
Gotta blitz him, that's what my crew did
All I know, I had the bitch top floor at the penthouse, eatin' on this broomstick
All I know, if this ho tryna go with her move, get hit with this pool stick
All I know, this ho tryna go home, psh, psh, psh, psh, Loaf
Titties on point, she Jamaican (Ooh)
Fifty a show, blue bacon (Ooh)
I got Foxes in the Yami, they Haitian (What they doin'?)
No questions, they pullin' up quakin' (Frrt)

[Verse 5: Big Homiie G]
Give me that Tris', fuck Quagen (Fuck it)
I already had that bitch you savin (Ooh)
N***a, you better check that bitch, 'fore I fuck that ho, doin' all that wavin' (Ugh)
All I know, I don't get them M&Ms, this shit, I'm goin' back robbin' (Goin' back robbin')
Snatchin' that chain in the rap game
Ain't nobody safe, but my gang (Give me that)
Bitch keep sayin' she love me, get my face tatted, then fuck my name (Fuck my name)
All I see is us (Us)
Real talk, fuck your game (Fuck 'em)
All I see is us (Us)
Real talk, fuck your game (Fuck your game)
And I don't know half of these n***as dissin' me, tryna get some fame off my name (Off my shit)