(VERSE 1)
I ain’t gonna lie, ain’t gonna flex, and be no mismatch
But my bitch be glistening where my teeth and where my wrist at
I ain’t gon' be hard and go be bitch though, where my whip at?
Ain’t no pistol whippin' ain’t no gang, we just gone back back
I’d rather be breathing than be trapping for some wage pay
Goofy niggas obligated just to fucking stay way
Pay way
Goofy niggas better just stay way
Pay way
Bagbakin' is the only way
(CHORUS)
Bitch niggas up when I run my spot
Thot hoes up when I count my guap
Hype-beats cry when they see my box
Ugly bitch-hoes all on my cock (x4)
(VERSE 2)
Bitch I ain’t racked up, stacked up, but I finally got my act up
South Central 1980’s niggas think they hard by acting tough
Niggas eyes, falling out they head from sipping double cups
Fuck you up, niggas say they will, they wanna fuck you up
Lil baby hit my line, saying shit gon get her fucked up
When I say I’m in these streets, I’m simply biking, doing donuts
Glo’d up, I just wanna get my wrist glowed up
Hoe’d up, I just wanna get my homies hoe’d up
When I see this shit I just wanna fuckin bagbak
Ain’t tryna be no snake, ain’t be no hoe, no fuckin mismatch
Quick pack, heading for the hills, gonna get a big bag
Intact, no hoein' so we finna stay intact
(CHORUS)
Bitch niggas up when I run my spot
Thot hoes up when I count my guap
Hype-beats cry when they see my box
Ugly bitch-hoes all on my cock (x5)