(Cook that shit up Quay)

Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Call 'fore you knock nigga
Call before you knock, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout
Neighbors think I'm selling dope
Go

Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more
I was looking out the peephole wit it
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Now a nigga going beast mode with it
I got fifteen beds, we ain't laying on the floor (fifteen, fifteen beds)
I done hit a lotta freak hoes
Nigga guess it's safe, safe for you to say that I'm a ho
I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore

I got money to bail out
Won't pull over, they know he gon' bail out
Drop the window, turn right throw the scale out
Fuck you mean we don't ride with no scale now
We sell them bitches whole (we sell them bitches whole)
I had 'em knocking at my door, I used to have 'em for the low
My neighbors think I'm selling dope (neighbors think I'm selling dope)
I had the AC on, every winter young nigga had the burner in his coat
I hit a nigga with the fan
I hop out, Glock out, I was taking pictures with the fans
I can show you how to rob without a tool
All them times I hit the middle man
All them times I took a nigga off
Nigga wanna be a boss but ain't have what it took to be the boss
She didn't know what it took to be my bitch
I ain't know what it took until I lost

Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more
I was looking out the peephole wit it
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Now a nigga going beast mode with it
I got fifteen beds, we ain't laying on the floor (fifteen, fifteen beds)
I done hit a lotta freak hoes
Nigga guess it's safe, safe for you to say that I'm a ho
I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore

I'll always be a pimp, I'm not a player I get it
I'm wiping all them bitches off my radar, no Kizzy (Kirk)
I'm always on the charts like I'm Drizzy (Dirk)
Fade away I get you shot like Nowitzki
Can't wait to do the show when I'm in Dallas
We be eating healthy on the low, she made a salad
I been getting money on the low, it's hard to hide it
My baby like to fuck me on the floor, I let her ride it
It's off the top I ever make a song, I never write it
I'm a Grammy nominated hit maker, lame nigga bitch taker
Fuck the police, you yelling with a gun out how the fuck we gon' think
You take my daughter daddy how the fuck she gon' eat
I kill me a cop what the fuck they gon' think
Prolly hang on a tree
I'm dangerous, I keep a banger on me
Gotta drop down and pray before I sleep
Lord

Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more
I was looking out the peephole wit it
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Now a nigga going beast mode with it
I got fifteen beds, we ain't laying on the floor (fifteen, fifteen beds)
I done hit a lotta freak hoes
Nigga guess it's safe, safe for you to say that I'm a ho
I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore
Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more (yeah)
I was looking out the peephole wit it
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Now a nigga going beast mode with it
I got fifteen beds, we ain't laying on the floor (fifteen, fifteen beds)
I done hit a lotta freak hoes
Nigga guess it's safe, safe for you to say that I'm a ho
I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk