Who told y'all to come in
I'm f**ing this b**h like b**h can you stop running
If you don't run to the cash b**h ima dip
With me it's a gift when you walk on my hip
Get back to the telly (Hotel) no talking just strip
When it's time for the jack grab the mac and the whip
I feed her the D like its mac or some whip
You out of line my b**h pack extra clips n***a
Do or die in the big game
G of loud meet the bic flame
Main dish be the coke marijuana be the fixing
Lil' n***as on the corner since 5th grade
Gotta diploma grade A cla** wrist game
B-I G n***a no bedstuy
Slow head in the whip on the west side
West side you know is the best side, feel me
Feel me
Shout out Fresh Gang, All my n***as
But I'm in this b**h by myself though
I came in this b**h my motherf**ing self
I hope she ain't pregnant roll up and forget it
The b**hes they hate when I call them a B
It's nothing to me but they always do catch it
I sit back relax and watch all of my B's
Cuz sh** can get hectic only if you let it
Maxing my cream
Fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti