[Chorus]
Ayy
Runnin' through your city, '40 auto
Back to back suburbans in them tahoes (Yeah)
I'm still playing this shit as cool as I can (Yeah)
Get a system on that choppa, got a fan (Grahh)
Tell her momma, "I'mma hit you when I can"
I'm too busy, I be locked up in the gym
Way too important to be treated like I'm them
Like bitch, you must not know who I am

[Verse 1]
Blocked lil mama, then I went and got a bad bitch (Yeah)
Talking out yo neck, you gon' make me turn my savage (Uh)
Stripper bitch, she must eat her rice and cabbage
She say it, spray it, she like papi ain't no catfish
She a freak, she must love it when I smack it (Yeah)
She ain't got a lock it, Jerry [?]
Mama said, she tweet on that she too reckless
You gon' have to spite without yo' checklist
Them type of bitches that be asking what a check is
The type of bitches gotta check in
The type of bitches that play chess, but not chessin'
The type of bitches ain't stressin'

[Verse 2]
Take a flight to L.A
When I land, you know who I'm tryna see
She be working out, girl come sit that ass on me
Sorry we couldn't work it out, girl, whatchu want to be?
(Fuck)
Everything on me
(Fuck)
She the only bitch up in my future, that I see (Woah)
[Open Verse]