[Verse 1: yuke]
How you gangsta and n***as took your bag?
Yeah, you ain't gangsta, n***as took your purse
Opps hit their feet, which one I'ma catch first
That whole block laced, I just sold them n***as yercs
I don't pillow talk, I don't facetime or flirt
.762 leave him leaking out that white shirt
Shoutout Goxan, sent me beats that I never heard
If I sent the ho to you, why would you cuff her?
Yeah, lame ass n***as stay cuffing these thots
Yeah, I don't give a fuck, little ho, if it ain't about them knots

[Verse 2: Trap Montana]
I don't give a fuck, little ho, if it ain't about the guap
I like drugs from Mexico and lean up on the rocks
I just fucked a messy ho and she can't come back to the block
I got fiends in every trap, I got beans and I got rocks
I got Glocks, so I don't box, its a box on every Glock
Thirty shots, hit every shot, you a dog, put you on Fox
I love Lil Goxan, let him rock