text: Hoodzone Productions 
  Ayy 
  Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit 
  Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique 
  I say, see me, I dont got no time for no bitch 
  I just get em for the bros, Im just worried bout them chips, Im a, ayy
  Shot call, lil nigga, Ima stay wild 
  Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound 
  Shot call, lil nigga, Ima stay wild 
  Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound 
  Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat 
  Never give a bitch yo phone, thats a no-no 
  Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze 
  Loaded up, still bouncin with that .44 
  Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat 
  Never give a bitch yo phone, thats a no-no 
  Off tops, new chain, and my wrist froze 
  Loaded up, still bouncin with that .44 
  Stop it, niggas knowin that I drop shit 
  Get popped quick cause them niggas that you rock with 
  Like Jay said, bitch I gotta keep a chopstick 
  Big stick, I bounce out with that mop stick 
  These niggas talkin, watch I pull up in that fuckin Hemi 
  Tote automatics so I pass my lil bro the semi 
  Ima rock this lil bitch til that tank empty 
  Ima still blow that bitch til the clip empty 
  Bitch Im a P , bitch Im a G 
  Took that lil bitch now that bitch off the leash 
  Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit 
  Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique 
  I say, see me, I dont got no time for no bitch 
  I just get em for the bros, Im just worried bout them chips, Im a, huh
  Shot call, lil nigga, Ima stay wild 
  Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound 
  Shot call, lil nigga, Ima stay wild 
  Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound 
  Aye, YBN I need a piece of this shit hold up
  Aye, Gunna, lately Im fucking everybodys bitch
  Take they lil shit and then I throw it on my wrist
  Im a outlaw never played the politics
  In the Grammys with a gun until they put me on the list
  I had, two popstars in the same pic
  Now them two popstars on the same dick
  Ruthless, whos bitch did I have at Ruth Chris
  Eating up two dicks like Twix? 
  Its the Young Gun, one ton 
  Suitcase full of Ben Franks in the trunk
  Double X 
  Gang in the flesh 
  Bounce out with the pistol with the Moncler vest 
  Oh you mad cause Im styling on you
  We eatin Penne, all Italian on you
  Three albums on you 
  Man you not really with this shits
  You dont wanna go to war with the twenty one-six
  Bitch Im a G
  Bitch Im a freak
  My bitch bring two bitches, bitch that make three, I say
  Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit 
  Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique 
  I say, see me, I dont got no time for no bitch 
  I just get em for the bros, Im just worried bout them chips, Im a, huh
  Shot call, lil nigga, Ima stay wild 
  Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound 
  Shot call, lil nigga, Ima stay wild 
  Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound