Baby Fewch!

[Verse]
These niggas lame, my niggas take chains, so please don't give 'em a reason (Please don't give 'em a reason)
Gucci bucket hat for my heathens, I don't wear Jesus pieces (I don't wear Jesus pieces)
Brand new Chrome Hearts every season, I get this shit too easy (I get this shit too easy)
Hoes come in, gotta take they phone, gotta know these hoеs be sneaky (Gotta know thesе hoes be sneaky)
Addied up, gassed up, Perked out, my niggas be geekin' (Yeah, my niggas be geekin')
Tatted up, ass up, face down, every time, she leave me (Every time, she leave me)
Add it up, count it up, spend it all, tell Ced, "I'm tweakin'" (Tell Ced, "I'm tweakin'")
I be quick to cut a bitch off for nothin', I don't need no reason (I don't need no reason)
Bankrolls in the dough, pull 'em out, make a ho start cheesin' (I'll make a ho start cheesin')
Seven hundred seven horses in the engine, so you know I'm speedin'
By the time this drop, I'ma touch an M, but my bitch got seventy-five (Seventy-five)
Brand new Draco put you in first-class, this bitch put your ass right in the sky (Right in the sky)
I know for a fact you don't listen to Biggie, so why you so ready to die? (Why you so ready to die?)
Different hoes hittin' my phone, that's every day, sayin', "Fuck me," never reply (No, never reply)
That shit slow, you need to sell that, go get you a Scat Pack
They let Doodie out that cell, he tryna push him a hat back
I just sent her to get her nails done just to get my back scratched
She already know what she came for, time to get your back cracked
I heard they spunt your block like five times, better go get back, back
I ain't been the same since '09, I'm still havin' flashbacks
Could've went brown, seen lil' bro had that, said fuck it, went matte black
My lil' niggas smokin' that gas pack and sippin' that hazmat
Me and my niggas, we drive S-Class, Vettes, and Hellcats
I'm that nigga just like Pluto, bitch, you can tell him I said that
Stupid ho text me, I don't text back, but she know I read that
Soon as I land, I call that doctor, I need me some head stat
These niggas still think they ahead of us, go check the damn stats
Just went Burberry for my raincoat and my bitch bag match
She know when she play her part right, I'ma buy her ass, yeah
Came a long way from them hatchbacks, now it's Maybach catnaps
We on his head just like a snapback, better bring that bag back
I seen niggas talk that rap cap 'til they get they rag snatched
She keep sendin' me her Cashtag, she smokin' that good crack
My main bitch could have a big bag, I'ma still fuck a hood rat

[Outro]
These niggas lame, my niggas take chains, so please don't give 'em a reason
Gucci bucket hat for my heathens, I don't wear Jesus pieces
Addied up, gassed up, Perked out, my niggas be geekin'
Bankrolls in the dough, pull 'em out, make a ho start cheesin'