For The Ladies

[Intro]
Yeah, c'mon

[Verse]
This one for the bad bitches that stay on, uh
This one for the rich niggas tryna get in they zone, yeah
Promise you, you'll get your bag from us, that shit can't go wrong (Can't go wrong)
I'm tryna go Cartier my wrist (My wrist)
I'm tryna put my mom up in a Lamb' truck, what it is? (What it is?)
I'm with the muhfuckin' gang, we pouring up the fuckin' tris, huh
This the life that I live, it can't get better than this (Better than this)
Yeah, you know you drive me crazy
Yeah, I see you in your lil' Mercedes (Uh-huh)
I see you popping your shit, this the verse for the ladies (Verse for the ladies)
We pull up with drums and sticks, we like to neglect the NAVY
Let's see how fast it's gon' get, in a Hellcat, going crazy (Crazy)
I'm fucking the law, that's how it go
Luckily, nigga, my clip be the G.O.A.T
We gon' get you with you when we hit the low
Get to poppin' shit, hit 'em right in the road
Realest, I see he in jail, we just waiting on his bail
Diamonds on me, you could tell, bitches screaming "Fuck twelve" (Huh, go)
And that's how I'm gon' float to the beat, huh
And that's on me to speak on Brandon, see the heat (See the heat, uh-huh)
Bitch, I got Mason Margiela's on my feet (Bitch, on my feet)
And I said shake it, shake it, shake it to your knees (Yeah)
Uh, I'm tryna go kick shit then layup low
Uh, you told me that this shit was gon' grow
Uh, everything that you said was just a lie, yeah