​to my side

[Intro]
(shut the fuck up!)
Aye, yuh, yuh, yuh
Gimme yo shit like ta da da
Gimme yo shit like ta da da
Fah fah fah
Yea, like ta da da
Pew, hey!

[Hook]
Keep me a bad bitch on my side
I got sticks go fah fah fah
Oh he want (?) boy pay your fine
Oh you getting money boy stop that lie
Yea, I keep me a bad bitch to my side
Now I will not change, why would I lie?
I fuck her and go, you see how she cry
And your money disappear like ta da da

[Verse]
Blood on his shirt, uh, hah, Its a disaster
Yea, bitch im off this perc, like what the hell i'm finna do after?
That bad bitch I won't cuff her
Yea he broke man watch him suffer
My gun gone eat ain't talking no supper
Chase that bitch you a sucker, tell that boy good luck, yuh
Yea, most of these *****'s be clutching the (?)
Ha, fah fah, lil bitch finna score
Hate my ex, don't bring up that hoe
Finna wake up that's a new bag that I blow
Need that pack bro say no more
Fast ass coupe man go go go
Bag on his head let me know know know
I need drank, finna score score score
Stop callin my phone on the road road road
Tell him stop flexin that lil stick, cause he know he ain't finna blow blow blow
Yea, climb my way to the top, all that cap bro you gotta stop
Flexing that gun but we know thats a prop
Come to the function they runnin a lap
Oh thats yo bitch finna top? Say that I love you man psh (no cap!)
Say I love you like psh, Hah
Say I love you like bro thats cap
They playing this song, Im taking her heart
Nut in that bitch, okay thats a wrap
Call up lil James, that boy finna snap
****** be broke so I see why they sad
Yea, get that boy off that map
Stop tryna flex up on the gram hope it help
She say that i'm going to hell, hah tell that lil bitch "oh well"
You mean its that pack whats that smell
****** be fake, oh yea I can tell
Pack just came in the mail
Don't gotta (?) that don't gotta well

[Outro]
Yea
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
(Mumbling)