(They gon' feel this one)
Eight shit bang
Fuck that we tryna bang
Yeah!
Bow bow bow
Money over all these hoe's breathing
Shitted on while I was broke
And that gave me more reason
To step on niggas throats
Up that taxes on that dope
I got straps around the house
And I got packs all on the floor
Bitch we slide like credit cards
'Fore they max'em out they book a show I pack'em out
Can't put us out my junkies own the houses we be trappin' out
Got distribution deals for them M's some shit to brag about
My opps really dying back to back that shit they rap about
You know she fuckin' Lu' she got a spider tatted
Got that ass movin' on that dick like she hyper active
But the kid it ain't his like he Michael Jackson
Let me shoot my kids on her chin oh I like'em nasty
Dat lil bitch dat you be cuffin' that's my cum bucket
She hit ignore and call back after she done suckin'
I'm countin' up and thinkin' bout the drop dat Imma purchase for the summer
I need twenty for a verse and I ain't workin' wit ya numbers
She think Imma buy a Birkin must be full of perkies
I jus feed that hoe some churches told'er thank you for your service
Tried to put her lips on me I don't kiss bitch I'm allergic
Pussy got some grip on it, dive deep dick in her cervix
Like it ain't no gravity bitch we run it up, get cha money up
Bitch you can't fuck wit me jus to sum it up
I just ran a hunnid up did that shit in three days
Lit like birthday candles ready to blow like it's my b-day
If he ain't spinnin' spider gang I don't fuck wit the DJ
No I can't love her that lil pussy got mo miles den a freeway
I'm thuggin' I can't even lie I keep all my hoes in line
Keep a switch up on me everyday like it's my favorite clothing line
Mister officer come and get cha hoe off us
Lotta water on my throat like it's ozark'r
Stuffin' blues in my pocket thick as Nikki Parker
Lotta lean in this coffee cup this ain't no Starbucks (No)
Got a cake bakin' for the opps
Slidin' like baybay wit this glock
But this ain't no dance for tiktok
Do it the eight way
Bitch don't play wit me I ain't your playmate
This bitch boomin' one stop shop ereday a payday (Rich)
Like it ain't no gravity bitch we run it up, get cha money up
Bitch you can't fuck wit me jus to sum it up
I just ran a hunnid up did that shit in three days
Lit like birthday candles ready to blow like it's my bday
If he ain't spinnin' spider gang I don't fuck wit the DJ
No I can't love her that lil pussy got mo miles den a freeway
I'm thuggin' I can't even lie I keep all my hoes in line
Keep a switch up on me everyday like it's my favorite clothing line
I got hoes lined up like it's a jigga train
Lil web for dat pussy he ain't spider gang
And it ain't no copin' please bitch we tryna bang
Bitch we tryna bang