Bitch I was down had a to get in my Bag
Laser on the stick I could really play Tag
Shawty a goddess she don′t even gagPussy exotic its more like a jag
Dick her down once she need more Like its crack
Sit on my throne put my feet up, Relax
Shawty gone blow me and treat it Like sax
Smooth but the feeling too good like Its jazz
Digital paper don't have to count Cash
Actin a fool gotta take out da trash
I put a bolt on ya head like you flash
Wash me some dishes then get to the Rack
Bitch I don′t bang I ain't trippin on Set
Still with the gang betta come with Respect
Bullets like Ric Flair they go at ya Chest
Tell em to get dea, too swift how I Step
Get in my mode n then this how I Get
Off the drink movin slow n she like How I dress
I don't care bout opinions I don′t Have to flex
In the lab every day got me feelin like Dex
She wanna slurp it she know that I′m Next
Keep the chains on we gone have Some rich sex
She dance like a diamond on ice out Baugette
I played her some drake course I got The connect
They talk the danger I'm clutchin the Cuete
Straight from the trenches, that shit Made me fuerte
Fuck with my hente i come with the Muerte
Big 45 you won′t make it with suerte
J Keep the Fierro the J is for Jefe
She on her knees n she beg for the Leche
They actin green on the street I Might sketch em
Treat em like wood tell my dog go n Fetch em
Bitch I was down had to get up
Diamonds are made under pressure
You fakin then you cannot sit at my Mesa
She suck with no hands like we ridin A tesla
Send yo location might have to Address ya
If its bout familia I'm gone have ta Press ya
Every time that they see me I′m Comin through fresha
Keep telling the millys I'm coming to Getcha
I′m too in my bag got the scope n its Focused
The target the top ima poof hocus Pocus
I keep going up yeah I know that They notice
I'm never gonna stop gotta hell of a Motive
I light up some purp n it work now I'm floatin
I might go berserk know they hurt Cause I′m glowin
Came up from the dirt but the grass Still need mowin
I keep going up cause that grass it Keep growin
They always talk like we friends I Don′t know em
Can't get in my way if you don′t know where I'm goin
I′m tom with these bullets precise When I throw em
She might do the woah the way that I'm flowin
I got her movin her waist
Hit from the back ima slay
I love this bitch cause she cray
Told her its game time but I wasn′t Playing
She give me facetime n I let it rain
Throw it in the bag but that's just for The main
The coupe got no ceilin I'm feelin Like Wayne
Big body whip you can′t drive in my Lane
Bft drip we ain′t drippin the same
I'm in my bag n I′m takin the blame
Ain't going out bad ima keep the Flame
Bring it back home bitch I′m ballin Like James
I got this shit in my veins
Bitch I was down hadda to get in my Bag
Laser on the stick I could really play Tag
Shawty a goddess she don't even gag
Pussy exotic its more like a jag
Dicked her down once she need More like its crack
Sit on my throne put my feet up, Relax
Shawty gone blow me and treat it Like sax
Smooth but the feeling too good like Its jazz
Digital paper don′t have to count Cash
Actin a fool gotta take out da trash
I put a bolt on ya head like you flash
Wash me some dishes then get to the Rack
Bitch I don't bang I ain't trippin on Set
Still with the gang betta come with Respect
Bullets like ric flair they go at ya Chest
Tell em to get dea, too swift how I Step
