[Verse 1]
Now first of all, let me tell you what I ain’t gon' do
I ain’t gon' lie, and I’ll never be a snitching fool
You niggas hoes, y'all be acting like some [bad word] do
And when you see me don’t be speaking, I’m ignoring you
Your little gal looking at me, baby what it do?
I’m Afro Sammy' with this whammy, let me [bad word] on you
Look at her dash, just to give me [bad word]  twerking on my glass
Where’s your class? Said she go to FIDM , now I feel impressed
So I guess she can give me neck, she ain’t even stress
Who the best? Baby I’m the best, now she need some rest
I’m the flesh of the alpha K9 so I attack
Who is that? That Katana Man smoking on a sack
Of exotic, and my girl be the same so she popping
I got her and you wanna get her, but I’m thinking nada
She make that [bad word] water for a [bad word] don dada
I think that she do opera cause her vocals off the chart'a
I’m working for my dollar, play with me I’ll have you bothered
And no I’m just not talking, that’s the [bad word] I left not walking
I’m sick of being taunted so I’m ready to go hunting
My niggas always launchin, smoking heavy then we munching
I’m at the Mickey D’s on the dollar menu stunting
And I ain’t even trying to get a y girl number
Unless she got some hundred’s in the crib so I can slumber
I’m hotter than the summer, get so high I end up under
I’m colder than the tundra, my people know that I [bad word] I’m hella [bad word] hard, [bad word] a [bad word] fronting
I gotta get my cash, so I’m right behind [bad word]