[Intro]
We-we-we love you, Eryxse, hehe
Waxie
[Chorus]
Sayin' I'ma make it, I'ma make it right back (Make this)
Yeah, my mama said I'll make it, like I know this shit a fact
G-g-g-grippin' on my pistol like I'm livin' in the rap (Bo)
When I pull up with the chop, shoot shit, Iraq (Brra)
Makin' money on the 'net, call that shit a "i-Rack" (i-Rack)
Like that, like that, you a phony, you a rat (You a rat)
You ain't never had a gat, got yo' gun off of Wish
Now you postin' a Snap (Posted a Snap), but we know that shit cap
[Verse 1]
Bitch, take a step back (Yeah), triple shoot, Baghdad
Two Glocks, full mags, and my bitch in the back (Yeah, yeah)
Got a Drac' here back, so you better get back
When that shit cock back, make 'em run, no track, lil' bitch
Like, damn, lil' bitch, I'm a [?] Mulan (Okay)
Devil in the jungle, bitch, I feel like King Kong (King kong)
My pistol Chinese, it be hitting like a dong (Yeah)
I'ma take that bitch home, grab her neck, grip the thong (Thong, thong, thong)
Like, money and duffles, and now I'm geekin' out the bong, hold up (Geekin' out the what? I'm geekin' out the what? Like)
Choppa like this, finna shoot like that (Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot)
Gen 2 on my strap, got a scope, it's attack
Hittin' licks, I count 'em fast, so I put it on a bag
Like Kit-Kat, snap, better snap 'em like a Snapchat
Snap, snap, snap
Finna hit 'em with a flash, flash (Flash)
Tell 'em, "Spin back if you really all 'bout that" (If you really 'bout that)
Drift in my whip, it's a E36 (E30 what?)
Girl got a pack of the gas and I shift (Okay)
Shooters on the move, yeah, I know they don't miss (I know they don't miss)
I blow her a lil' kiss, and she get dismissed
And I feel like bubblegum because I'm running up the guap
One shot, two shot, leave a hollow in his top (Shots)
Ca-called the BM' basic, so I told that bitch "Stop" (Told that bitch bitch, I told that bitch stop, ayy)
Guess she wanna get blocked
[Chorus]
Sayin' I'ma make it, I'ma make it right back (No cap)
Yeah, my mama said I'll make it, like I know this shit a fact (Okay)
G-g-g-grippin' on my pistol like I'm livin' in the rap
When I pull up with the chop, shoot shit, Iraq
Makin' money on the 'net, call that shit a "i-Rack"
Like that, like that, you a phony, you a rat (Bitch)
You ain't never had a gat, got yo' gun off of Wish
Now you postin' a Snap, but we know that shit cap
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm too cold and yo' mama ass fat (It is)
Turn around, let me hit it, let me hit it from the back
Fully with attachments, hit a lick and get a bag
You a bitch, that's a fact
Shawty off a molly, woke up in a new Bugatti
But I'm fuckin' with a 'Rari, but a Wraith countin' stars (Ayy, ayy)
Hop out the whip, shinin' bright like a star
Get that bitch hard and I'll take that ass far (Take that bitch far)
[Chorus]
Sayin' I'ma make it, I'ma make it right back (Okay)
Yeah, my mama said I'll make it, like I know this shit a fact
G-g-g-grippin' on my pistol like I'm livin' in the rap
When I pull up with the chop, shoot shit, Iraq
Makin' money on the 'net, call that shit a "i-Rack"
Like that, like that, you a phony, you a rat
You ain't never had a gat, got yo' gun off of Wish
Now you postin' a Snap, but we know that shit cap
[Outro]
Sayin' I'ma make it, I'ma make it right back
Yeah, my mama said I'll make it, like I know this shit a fact
G-g-g-grippin' on my pistol like I'm livin' in the rap
When I pull up with the chop, shoot shit, Iraq
Makin' money on the 'net, call that shit a "i-Rack" (I call it)
Like that, like that, you a phony, you a rat (Bitch)
You ain't never had a gat, got yo' gun off of Wish
Now you postin' a Snap, but we know that shit cap
