Intro:
“Shabazz n***a”
Whoo
2
Hook:
I’m smokin gas out the bag
He know im f**in his b**h now he mad (Why you mad)
Had to switch the beamer i got a jag
Servin gas out my givenchy bag (I’m serving gas)
I think thats why n***as mad
( I think that’s why)
I think thats why n***as mad
Smokin og while i’m swervin and swag
n***as mad cuz i ran up a bag (x2)
Verse:
Riding foreign, I ain’t switching no lanes
Glock .45 you ain’t snatching my chain
f** that n***a b**h, She say he a lame
Hop out the sun roof, Than I aim
Hit out my pocket, they don’t know who clickin
f**ing your b**h
I’m dunking Scottie pippen
Hit that lil b**h in her car ,Got her drippin
Put a Duece in a fago, now I’m sippin
Those the normal jeans
They know that we tipping
That lil b**h bad she blowing kisses (Lil b**h)
You better pray to god grant your wishes (Huh)
I put on don on a mission (Heyy don)
Clean quality, I’m remixing (I’m remixing it)
Teachin n***as pay attention (b**h)
Stop talking beef in my mentions (what)
Every glock hit got extensions
Hook:
I’m smokin gas out the bag
He know im f**in his b**h now he mad (Why you mad)
Had to switch the beamer i got a jag
Servin gas out my givenchy bag (I’m serving gas)
I think thats why n***as mad
I think thats why n***as mad
Smokin og while i’m swervin and swag
n***as mad cuz i ran up a bag (x2)
Verse:
Walk in the club
And I got the glock on me
Two grams of OG your jays be boney
Got the same ZIP code, but you ain’t my homie (Lil b**h)
I got it on me so I’m never lonely
Switch the flow up they can’t f** with me
f** that gunk b**h at the double tree
Keep the heat on me it’s stuck with me
Two tone ARP if he .223
Tadoe got rude boy, They whippin a recipie
Black and white challenger, Just like a referee
Got a new pistol that b**h got a lemon squeeze
Bad b**h got a accent I like how she talk to me
(Lil b**h)
Got them bands up now them hoes trynna talk to me
p**y like xanax, cus it make me fall asleep
Givenchy and Gucci I call that sh** double G
Percs and codeine b**h I got a pharmacy
Whippin it servin re-rock
Yezzy addias I don’t f** with reebok
Glock 23 let it sing like a teen pop
These n***a snitchin so they got the streets hot
Too many bands I got sauce on me (x4)
Counting up racks up a monopoly (x4)
Too many bands I got sauce on me (x4)
Ten shots got the .45 on me
10 band cap I got gwoup on me
10 shots got the .45 on me
10 band cap I got gwoup on me
Stretch the work out like elastic
Wrap that sh** up in a plastic
Bad b**h in a coupe, I made that lil b**h dashin
My shooters slide thru let him have it
Plug makin plays like we on madden
b**h in my face I might just pa** it
n***a can never be me that boy average (Lil b**h)
I’m off Percocet no xannies
Lil dee throwing bombs like Payton manning
I’m in a benz coupe with my savage
Sat by the roof that AR automatic
Jordan 9s on me they cla**ic
I’m with the plug and we tippin that magic
Blue notes on me like Orlando magic
Yezzy like pop it I’m fly like Aladdin
OG sheets and funnel b**h I’m a addict
When I’m in it shawdy shaking and spazzin
I’m in the club with the stick I’m not dancin
b**h bad and boujee like she from Atlanta
Go to Lenox I’m on P street
I’m out of town how they peep me
b**h got good head her name nee nee
She wear coach my b**h wear CC
CHANEL LIL BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!