[Produced by Trackmasters]
[Verse 1]
b**h mob, b**h, what it do
I make ya b**h f** me
Real street n***a, so I prolly wouldn't trust me
Stay with the Glock wit the nine or the musket
I'm the Based God, so your b**h wanna f** me
Bad coke deal, so we call this sh** husky
Lookin' for a La**ie
Infrared dotted shotgun lookin' cla**y
Red dots on the boy, like a game
Shoutout to b**h stone, I'mma make Twitter
I got dope and stones, I got business stones
Pretty rich, rockstar I'm Rolling Stones
I got rows of stones
I'm rollin' holmes
Pop somethin' so quick that'll close your dome
Pop somethin' so quick that'll expose your dome
Come out, f** this b**h, and raid your home
This is my time, I'mma f**in' shine
n***as out west with the vicious grind
f** the boss, n***a, the b**h is mine
Won't break her back, the b**h is mine
Watch your b**h, fine
The b**h won't survive
I'mma f**in', like 'em wet and slidin', you feel me?
Credit card and slide 'em
Don't make me pull out the receipts if I'm lyin'
I need a Mexicana Latina mami
I need a gangster b**h with a body
You feel me, that likes to start the party
Pop a couple pills and I see you in the morning
[Outro]
Little B, Little B you are the sh** I'm talkin'
Little B, Little B, Little B you are the sh** I'm talkin'
Little B, Little B, Little B you are the sh** I'm sayin'
Little B, Little B, Little B won't you please come f** with me