Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got keys to the I got indicted already, I don't give a fuck The pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up Bitch, I got for the high You got that verse money, then fuck nigga bye My bitch bi, I'm Then I get cake, andale
1] Pull up on your bitch, like skudda Told the bitch, is you hop in or what? I know you wanna smoke bud I know you wanna roll with a nigga wanna mean mug Shoot his ass and his foot, his mug So the fuck nigga can't walk or talk And I only smoke lime green, not the mothafucking And my can't fold Sosa, I'm saint hoe But in God I trust, and frauds I fuck with, aye But my got them rainbows, bitch Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got to the door I then got already, I don't give a fuck The police me over, I'm shooting shit up Bitch, I got for the high You ain't got that money, then fuck nigga bye My bitch bi, I'm Then I get that cake,
2] Been trapping out house Had junkies all at grandma house Told ass pipe down You gon' get me in trouble, I'm 16 now Now I'm grown as And I got my own to bring a D, sold that shit out my own house Bought a couple keys, sold that shit out my own Should see how I'm now in a Rarri, riding real fast Hop in that mothafucka, skuh, doing that dash Naw baby, I gon' crash All I do is ride Nascar wanna take that that far Shooting them like Rambo Loaded up with that With a suitcase full of that
Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got keys to the I then got indicted already, I give a fuck The police me over, I'm shooting shit up Bitch, I got for the high You ain't got that money, then fuck nigga bye My bi, I'm straight Then I get cake, andale