4:44 AM

[Verse 1: Ethan McMenamy]
Two-two bad hoes in my bed and they thinkin' we somethin'
She wanna stay and I told her she buggin'
She act like she know me, bitch I'm not yo' husband
Pull up on yo' homie lil' bitch and I'm bussin'
Her boyfriend keep callin', he mad then a bitch
Blindin' that boy if I show him my wrist
Yeah, you not my homie, get out of my pic
Yeah, I hate when they talk, they be all on my shit
Yeah, [?] I be, she want my D
I'm in the cut like I'm just in *Voorhees* (Yeah)
She gonna come through and she gonna eat (Yeah)
I'm peepin' his music, that shit is real weak
Yeah, I'm smokin' yo' homie, but I don't smoke weed
Yеah, when I'm on the track, bitch I feel like I'm free
Yеah, they all surprised but they gonna know me
Yeah, I will not stop, I need gold on my teeth
Yeah, I need diamonds that shine to my face
Yeah, I need me a chain that gon' say my name
Yeah, I need me a bag for all of my gang (Yeah)
You bitches stay mad, no, we not the same (Ayy, yeah)
I fuck with the shit, I'm finna roll up
And you went about it, please shut the fu'
You keep on talkin' pussy, what's up?
I been on my shit and I'm young as a fuck
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey, I need that look on my car that's foreign, you see that