[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah nigga, gang gang nigga
CMDWN or lay down nigga
Play round and get sprayed down nigga
Shoot a Greyhound or a playground nigga
Come on man (calm down, calm down)
Aye, Dnny Phntm you made this shit?
[Chorus]
Tell a nigga if he move quick I put him on the news quick
Spread him like some cool whip then skrt off in a cool whip
Shawty actin' stupid, I went and got a new bitch
Dropped that bitch like who's bitch? she call me I'm like who's this?
I don't know you, you don't know me
We ain't kin, I don't know you, you don't know me
We ain't friends, I done sold food, call it soul food
Prayin' fast, I will smoke you, thought I told you
We ain't them, we ain't fuckin' friends, we ain't from the hills man
I be smokin drags, I can't fuck with xans man
Nah, run up on me, let it fire, I don't throw hands nah
Fuck a strip club, I don't throw bands, hell nah
[Verse]
Ooh, I remember flippin' packs, ooh
Steady trappin' after class, ooh
Acnes on with all the Raf, damn
Always rockin' different Raf, jeez
Pencil case inside the trash, ooh
From growing up without a dad
To barely making it to grad
For Christmas mama got me shaf
Niggas seen 'em and they laughed
Now I'm signing bitches' boobs
Get the number for that ass
Thirteen hundred for some shoes
Spent thirteen hundred on some gas
Th-th-th-thirteen hundred for some shoes
Spent thirteen hundred on some gas
Fuck her nigga, I don't care 'bout what he ask me about
You need to ask your spouse why she had all them rappers at her house
Ask your bitch why the fuck there's always cash around her mouth
Oh I forgot all the times that bitch had Ca$tro in her mouth
You see shawty just a swallower, I fucked her then unfollowed her
She think she a model 'cause she fuckin' a photographer
I can't fuck with niggas, all these niggas they some followers
I just want more money, what you want? oh more followers
Your clique full of pussy niggas, my clique full of carnivores
Police lock me up, won't call my mama, I won't bother her
Fuck 12 nigga, fuck 12, y'all say fuck 12 nigga, fuck 12, yeah
Ride 'round the city with myself, check
Shotgun in the top shelf, check
Last year in a motel, sure it was my last year in a motel, stressed
Ca$tro doin' so well
Nigga now my cash flow doin' so well, blessed
Where was you niggas, my stomach was growlin'
No one was tryna put food in my stomach
Bitches would diss me and said I looked bummy
But ho now I get it but now you look bummy
I went from bummy and got me some money
I walk in the room, you like damn he looks stunning
Ooh, god, he looking stunning
He left Atlanta and got him some money
Ooh, nah, he doesn't want it
Shooters go pew-pew-pew, just come in
Ooh, ooh, pew-pew-pew
In the stu smoking that Pepe Le Pew
Niggas too close, tryna check out my jewels
Think he my shooter, he step on my shoes
Ooh, god, step on my shoes
That shit will get a nigga on the news
We got them bullets for him if he snooze
Kimbo go shoot the nigga if he move
I'm banging on my chest, jewelry hanging off my neck
And this backwood's got me geeked
It smell like backwoods on my breath
[Chorus]
Tell a nigga if he move quick I put him on the news quick
Spread him like some cool whip then skrt off in a cool whip
Shawty actin' stupid, I went and got a new bitch
Dropped that bitch like who's bitch? she call me I'm like who's this?
Who's this? who's this? who's this? I forgot
I forgot, I forgot, I forgot so I'm like
Who's this? who's this? who's this? who's this? I forgot
I forgot, I forgot, I forgot
