[Verse 1]
b**hes thinking sh** sweet till I pull up with the pull up
She was talking on the internet the b**h ain't even pull up
I don't got the time to argue with the b**h I rather I pull up
Worldwide glo up status I'm like quay with the cook up
Heard these birches selling out they need to worry bout they edges
It's a gangsta party posted in this b**h with Mac 11's
Boss b**hes hoes see me and they running out the exit
Can't be f**ing weak n***as cause they say I'm too aggressive
Cuban, Cuban flexing I put thirty on my wrist now
Heard she got a hit so now she thinking she the sh** now
Been k**ing sh** I make basic hoes sit down
b**hes mad I signed my deal they hating that I'm lit now
f** a sneak dissing b**h you coming for me
b**hes need to boss up I heard they f**ing for free
And these n***as broke a** they don't get nothing from me
I swear that all these hoes thirsty they be running for D
[Hook]
Ooh
3,2,1 I'm going live on the gram
Ooh
Pull up on a b**h and beat her live on the gram
I ain't saying to much b**hes knowing how I am
These n***as doing too much sh** I might just call a pound
3,2,1 I'm going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I'm going live on the gram
Live on the gram
[Verse 2]
Broke b**h, you on some hoe sh**
Speaking on my name but she don't know sh**
If I catch you lacking then I'm beating your a**
I'm talking left, right hook, hit her a** with a jab
Jump in the jag, two hundred my dash
Diamonds got clarity, B.S no flash
b**hes be mad, imma handle my cla**
Top 3 where I'm from b**h I'm showing my a**
[Hook]
3,2,1 I'm going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I'm going live on the gram
Live on the gram