Ayy
Drank, takin a lil sip of that Act Blow it
Flood all my bitches in that That way
Im in the projects without Pat Ayy
My jewelry leave em blind like bats Bling
Diamonds for her in the back Blaow
Hit that lil bitch from the back, she stacked What
Ask me like how I do that? What?
Pop a lil Xan and relax Yeah
About my racks, you get whacked Pew pew pew pew
If he got racks, he get taxed Pew pew pew pew
Five, four, three, two, one, attack Go
Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats What?
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats Brats
Pop a lil perky, relax Turn up, turn up
These niggas up to somethin Hmm, ayy
She need to fuck or somethin
Ima wake up for somethin
I fell in love with nothin Yeah
Bitches, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluin somethin Yeah
Patrick Swazey, Swazey, Swazey, save me
All my bitches get it, never lazy Yeahhh…
All my pockets full like they pregnant Ahh…
Yall niggas still hatin Yeah… Sheesh!
Dice in the middle
Ima shoot it with precise in the building Yeah
Fuck that bitch because she likin my riddles Ayy
White on her head, I got lice and Im buildin Ayy
Lil mama ready, she Tyson, go get her Whoa
I cant complain, I got ice in my bezel Ayy
Im not racist, I got white in my Bentley Hey
Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it Ayy
Hell yeah Yeah yeah
Call me mister mister Porsche Yeah
Pockets swole with no abortion Yeah
I sleep soft, Im never snorin Yeah
Talk to bitches when Im borin Yeah
Your money little like a Yorkie
I open your head up with a forty Bap
I think Im gettin back to the old me
Yeah, Im gettin back to the old me
These niggas up to somethin Hmm, ayy
These niggas fuck for numbers Ayy
Drank, takin a sip of that Act Blow it
Flood all my bitches in that That way
Im in the projects without Pat Ayy
My jewelry leave em blind like bats Bling
Diamonds for her in the back Blaow
Hit that lil bitch from the back She stacked
Ask me like how I do that? What?
Pop a lil Xan and relax Yeah
About my racks, you get whacked Pew pew pew pew
If he got racks, he get taxed Pew pew pew pew
Five, four, three, two, one, attack Go
Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats What?
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Pop a lil perky, relax Turn up, turn up
These niggas up to somethin Hmm, Hell yeah, ayy
She need to fuck or somethin