What is a bitch
Beatmonster
I just copped that new foreign and I wrecked it
I wrecked it
We don't book no flights, we flyin’ jets now
Jets now
I walk up dressed in shit, don't drop 'til next year
’Til next year
I ice my neck and wrist, ten pointers in my ear
In my ear
Ferrari California, this that rich shit
This that rich shit
Don't get confused, we still will kill shit
Still will kill shit

N***as get caught up and they gon' tell shit
Gon' tell now
Me
Nechie
Duke
That new blue YSL shit
Yeah
Fuck four whole three four right off in the pot
Pussy n***a play
We knock out your front
Can't come around me 'less you got a gun
Stealin' my swag
These n***as my sons
All of my n***as
They havin' them bankrolls and all of ’em mafia
Racks
Came straight out the hood
I eat fish and tilapia
Still the same way while I’m hoppin'
On hood
N***a play ’bout that
We pop him
Pop
They know that we on
We gon' off him
You know that we rollin'
You better be cautious
What
Shoot him again if he wanna play possum
Brr
I'm in the back and I got the drum
You know I’ma shoot
You know I'ma shoot
Keep that my money
You know I'ma boot
Put a fuck n***a on mute
Quiet
Pull out the chopper
They spook

Brr
Maison Margiela
You know they Crip blue
Bring out that jewelry
They catchin' the flu
All my gorillas
They came out the zoo
Roar
All of 'em killers
Ain't none of 'em cool
Trap phone jumpin' out the fuckin meter
Brr
I'm never alone
Bitch
I'm right beside the Nina
I just copped that new foreign and I wrecked it
I wrecked it
We don't book no flights
We flyin' jets now
Jets now
I walk up dressed in shit
Don't drop 'til next year
'Til next year
I ice my neck and wrist
Ten pointers in my ear
In my ear
Ferrari California
This that rich shit
This that rich shit
Don't get confused
We still will kill shit
Still will kill shit
N***as get caught up and they gon' tell shit
Gon' tell now
Me
Nechie
Duke
That new blue YSL shit
Yeah
I just left the bank
Bank
Diamond water for a push-to-start
Lil n***a
What you think

Skrr
In the drop switchin' lanes
Skrr
Walk in the safe with the guap
Guap
These lil boys need to stop
Stop
I hit your block with a brick
Brick
I hit your block with them sticks
Clap
These n***as makin' me sick
Makin' me sick
These n***as really gettin' quick
Gettin' quick
I bring the pounds to your town
I ain't been 'round for the clowns
Shoot a fuck n***a down
You can keep fuckin' around
I sell the work on your corners
Corners
Have it hotter than a sauna
Sauna
You can smell the aroma
Whip it
Whip it
Make it come back
Vacay sell
Then I sent it
Sent
I'ma come up on a ticket
Ticket
You should see the way I dish it
Dish it
Make your bitch water dishes
Dishes
All my guns got extensions
Woo
'Fore a fuck n***a dissin'
You should sit down and listen
I just copped that new foreign and I wrecked it

I wrecked it
We don't book no flights
We flyin' jets now
Jets now
I walk up dressed in shit
Don't drop 'til next year
'Til next year
I ice my neck and wrist
Ten pointers in my ear
In my ear
Ferrari California
This that rich shit
This that rich shit
Don't get confused
We still will kill shit
Still will kill shit
N***as get caught up and they gon' tell shit
Gon' tell now
Me
Nechie
Duke
That new blue YSL shit