[Intro]
(Fuck you mane!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Real trap, bitch)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Give a opp n***a stitches, then we get a n***a gone
And the shit that I'm smokin' make me change time zones
I’ma hop up in that 'rari and that bitch go-o zoom
I don’t give a fuck 'bout what these hoes say they do
Bitches fuck up my mood, ayy
It's a cold winter, I might slump up in this booth
Have his ass tweakin', ridin' wit' that beam, bitch
Knowing you ain't on shit
We put lil B off shit
And we never start shit
I've been gettin' paid, so they treat me like a target
PPFM on my waist, you shop at Target, yeah