(D. Hill)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Cartel on every beat, nigga)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

My wrist right (my wrist)
My bitch right (my bitch)
My fit right (my fit)
Keep a stick right (keep a stick, nigga)
Right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right

Where they trappin', we go spin it up
Them niggas broke because of us
That molly pink like pig skin
Fuckin' on my bitch friend
Got that Lambo' tinted (right)
And put Dracos in it (right)
Niggas, they was with me (right)
I don't know what happened (right, yeah)

I had to get rid of bitches, I knew they was choosin'
I'm rich, so I'm to blame for everybody when they losin'
She don't know a song, but she gon' fuck me 'cause I'm poppin' (right)
Spent twenty up in Neimans and I didn't plan on shoppin' (right)
Your top in my lap, girl, it's a heck
Cortez, he'll dunk on 'em like Shaq
Don't try to flex on me, get embarrassed
I'm fuckin' snow bunnies in these karats
Got all these rings on like I'm married
Got all these Cuban links on my neck
I got a cold heart in my chest
I got a opp bitch in my bed
Say that they with it, dodgin' on the low
I put some new attachments on the pole
We just gon' burn them bridges for them trolls
Niggas just gon' take my vision all alone

(D. Hill)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Cartel on every beat, nigga, that's fire)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

My wrist right (my wrist)
My bitch right (my bitch)
My fit right (my fit)
Keep a stick right (keep a stick, nigga)
Right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right

Where they trappin', we go spin it up
Them niggas broke because of us (yeah)
That molly pink like pig skin
Fuckin' on my bitch friend
Got that Lambo' tinted
And put Dracos in it
Niggas, they was with me
I don't know what happened

Ain't right
Bitches ain't right
These niggas ain't right
But, my bitch right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't right
Yeah, yeah, bitches ain't right

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Writer(s): Kobe Crawford