[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the backseat counting them racks
I'ma die with my gang, that's a fact
How you die with that strap on your lap?
Whip matte black, stick matte black
My b*tch keep asking me [?]
You know the fits be all black
(JJ turn me up)
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the backseat counting them racks
I'ma die with my gang, that's a fact
How you die with that strap on your lap?
Whip matte black, stick matte black
My b*tch keep asking me [?]
You know the fits be all black
[Chorus]
Yeah, I do not want you lil girl, I swear I don't want that b*tch
Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick
She think I'm tryna' fu*k, I really want her to just lick
The hundreds they piling up, got so many blues like a crip
[Verse]
In a shootout, you know we not missing
I got water, ain't talking no dishes
Diamonds they glisten, they liquid, let's get it
These ni**as they tucking they chain like some b*tches
I walk up inside of the club and get litty
Models they with me, bottles they with me
Been here for a hour, I rolled up a ounce
b*tch stuffed her face with that Bobby no Whitney
We stand on the table, we stand on the couch
ni**a talk sh*t then we stomping him out
fu*k all that talking about
My ni**as shoot through the crowd
My ni**as really some menaces
Guilty but we play the innocent
Just dropped a bag to my lawyer
Beating the case like I'm Zimmerman
I get them bands in a drought
b*tch tryna' dance but my stick hanging out
She tryna' talk but my dick in her mouth
I fu*ked that b*tch then I'm kicking her
[Chorus]
Yeah, I do not want you lil girl, I swear I don't want that b*tch
Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick
She think I'm tryna' fu*k, I really want her to just lick
The hundreds they piling up, got so many blues like a crip
[Chorus]
Yeah, I do not want you lil girl, I swear I don't want that b*tch
Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick
She think I'm tryna' fu*k, I really want her to just lick
The hundreds they piling up, got so many blues like a crip
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the backseat counting them racks
I'ma die with my gang, that's a fact
How you die with that strap on your lap?
Whip matte black, stick matte black
My b*tch keep asking me [?]
You know the fits be all black