(Uzoma, come here)
Fuck on that ho and came back on her
Fuck on that ho and I, yeah
(She ain't gon' hit)

I fuck on that hoe and came back on her (yeah)
It look like she went got a new BBL
I'm like you done went got a lil' ass on you (let's go)
Your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass niggas, man, I hate them niggas

It's baby, bitch, say that shit two times (say it two)
Baby baby, he actin' brand new now (Baby Baby)
Had to shake him he got back his juice now (and the, woo)
Now you double back new you were comin' back (let's go)
Got the shit in my house that connect the guest house to the house
Parked the Rolls Royce in front of that (yeah)
I could fuck up the game
If a nigga drop now settle down niggas think he ain't comin' back
Somebody must've told you wrong (huh)
I come through poppin' on a whole new song (yeah, bitch)
Pussy nigga, must think they lit
'Til they put us in this bitch and cut the Pro Tools on (yeah, nigga)
Hatin' ass niggas still gone die
Keep waitin' in the lobby, bitch, it won't be long (no, no)
Rap niggas talk big boy shit
But when I'm in the room they control they tone
I set it off on these niggas, they know it too (they know it)
Long live G, a bitch play he gon' go with you (let's go)
You know your lil' brother gon' blow that (woo)
That's my gangster bitch, she from the westside (the west)
Many men, bitch, I need me a vest (uh-huh)
You gone need more than that how we step out
I spend every dollar I got 'til a nigga get dropped
Take his ass out the game nigga checked out (bitch)
You the type of fuck nigga switch up when you don't get attention
Lil' bitch feelin' left out (bitch)
I could be the lil' dog in the room
I'ma walk in that bitch my chin up with my chest out
Honestly all these rap niggas hoe music
Don't got no bop in it back on they neck now
Goin' Birdman I need my respect, I
Gotta bitch that look like Left Eye (yes, I)

I fuck on that hoe and came back on her (yeah)
It look like she went got a new BBL
I'm like you done went got a lil' ass on you (let's go)
Your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass niggas man I hate them niggas

Fully loaded whip I'm back on my bullshit
And this bitch fully loaded FN clip
Turn that block until two shooters come out room spinnin'
Back to back, back 'til they finish 'em
Shorty drivin' while we in a wide body
In a spot where they gone drop off them bodies
She gone leave on commercial come back in a private
I know that she got it, gotta make sure she copy
Dirt in the kitchen, she cleanin' the bowls
Bro servin' the boat, we still sellin' them bowls
Brodie gone trap while I'm confined at home
House arrest from me totin' that fire on the road
Know for a fact, she ain't breakin' the code
Everything, she don't know
If they kick in that door, she won't open her mouth
I surprise with that bag and the Lamb' out the truck
In the bottoms outside
At my grandmother house where my mom and them grew
Like I'm sick got the flu I done turned up on boo
With that stick I'ma shoot I don't play with them fools
Fill that neck with them diamonds lil' shorty the truth
In her purse with the blick, smokin' one I'ma hit
But he only got eight, better come with the two
My lil' youngin' take quarters, he don't give a shit
If he can't add it up, he gone sell it to you
Sign her name for that car she buy it for you
Shawty stay with the shit and she down for the crew
She pickin' it up and I'm poppin' on her
On that gangsta shit come slang that iron for you
Stealin' polos and t-shirts up out of the mall
Ain't nothin' like Omar send that wire for you
Vacuum seals bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two

I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you the one got a lil' ass on you
Your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass niggas man I hate them niggas

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Adam Gamble, Jalen Hinton, Jonathan Kirk, Kentrell Gaulden, Uzoma Harbor