[Verse one: Matt Mcghee]
sh** been f**ed up since I've been in the game
We don't think the same, I'm in the bimmer and I'm switching lanes
Rippin' grippin' grain, this b**h is tripping cause she isn't mane
But f** that sh** she sayin'
I got a whole line up of b**hes that I choose not to entertain
But they still gone' hop in the range if i get they op on the rang
And out of all my b**hes this might be the holy grail
Cause every time I'm done wit em, a million other n***as come try to come get her
And they tell me "how lame you is, what kinda game you spit, and that name you get from her is fake as sh**, I'm her favorite and her brain is sick.. it made me run and tell the homies....
[Verse two: Miles Meraki]
My b**hes they love me solely, her friends trying to get to know me