​rip

[Chorus]
Uh, my niggas came wit' the blick
For all you fuck niggas that tr-
Pussy ass nigga tryn' bicker
Boy, do not start that shit, yeah
Big 1500, we quick to just let that shit rip, yuh
600 carry a .20 boy (Ahh, ahh)

[Verse]
Spend me a bag, I don't need no receipts
Boy, you a bitch, all you do is just tweet
Better lock, 'fore a young nigga tweak
I heard yo tape, control, alt, delete, yeah
I made 10 bands, I was just sellin' feats
Just spent a bag, on this NUMBER (N)INE fleece
Hysteric the denim, Rick Owens the feet
Buckle belt, yeah, came right from Alyx
Yeah, yeah, niggas can’t spend no bag like me
B-bum ass nigga try to run down, we cause a tragedy-y-y (Ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, yeah, niggas can’t spend no bag like me
Boy, don't believe that bitch, if she don’t got no receipts (Hmhmhm)
Yeah, m-my little bitch gorgeous
AMG Cedes, bitch, I'm finna floor it
Bitch call my phone, yeah, I'm finna ignore it
In love with the racks, yeah, I'm finna adore it
Get me a bag, and I'm finna export it
Fucked up my lungs, so my vocals distorted
That lil' bitch going out bad, extorted
Pull up outta' nowhere, call me Randy Orton

[Bridge]
Bitch, yeah, hey, yeah, bullets rip yo' face off
Lawyer fought the case off
Who your story based off?
Bitch, yeah, hey, yeah, bullets rip yo' face off
Lawyer fought the case off (Yo)
Who your story based off? (Ahh)

[Verse]
Oh that's yo mans? Now he Runtz
'Member I had a blick in the trunk (In the trunk)
Little nigga, I ain’t gon' stunt (Ain't gon' stunt)
Bitch call my phone, "What you want?" (What you want?)
Smoking that gas, yeah, it stunk
Ha, that boy [?]
That lil' bitch smokin' for fun, (Hah, hah, hah)
Hold up, I'm finna fuck this shit, uh
Carry a pump (Yeah), boy, you a bum! (Yeah)
Smoking yo mans', that shit in my lungs (Yeah)
I heard your tape [?]
[?] I'm the number one

[Chorus]
Uh, my niggas came wit' the blick
For all you fuck niggas that tr-
Pussy ass nigga tryn' bicker
Boy, do not start that shit, yeah
Big 1500, we quick to just let that shit rip, yuh
600 carry a .20 boy (Ahh, ahh)