Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on him
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Aint got no more wristband
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You heard bout shaggin my figures, ey
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Fuck your thot
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!
Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single night Im spittin fire
Tryna count my profit, baby watch em
Im tired of one, I need two, threesome yeah
I need a threesome
Just give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three, threesome
Push your head up in these strong arms
Every single eve I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, Im that raw
Wedding room in my Japanese home
Rockin gas in my Japanese drawers rockin gas
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on him
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Aint got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
He aint got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Im in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You cant trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It aint got no scratches on me
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I cant make mistakes lil homie
Ay, I aint got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a cover girl
You can come and chill with me
Lets drink a pint of codeine
Blessed when she on search she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until youre gone
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just cause my son
I put a corder on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I aint traded in or nothin
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on him
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Aint got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
He aint got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Im in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You cant trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It aint got no scratches on me
Bird on my boots
Mm, you kick em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, Im Rick the Ruler
Mm, thats foreign, aint no skoom
We killin, aint tryna sue you
Mm, head a long way from Raymond news
Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin girl, you full
Got Molly in my Red Bull
Im with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be fire like you
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on him
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Aint got no more wristbands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You heard bout shaggin my figures, ey
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Fuck your thot
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!