Fifty, ayy, bitches tryna hit me
Baby want me back, but I said, pussy, I'm just renting
Givin' dick is easy
Raisin' kids is risky
Momma say she miss me, couldn't pick up, I'm off the Curtis Trippin
Fake flexin', Rollie ticking
Cut em off with the scissors, yeah, that's easy pickings
Niggas around me too close yeah they practically my siblings
Dynamite, I'm bout to blow up, so I guess I'm ticking
Niggas on madea shit, think they need some fixin
Brodie wanna see some blood he gotta few screws missin
I'm hard to find indigenous,
Shake and baking bitches I guess I can Ricky Bobby it
If you ain't movin' shit, then why you tryna sell that shit
Niggas be policin' shit
I don't even trust them, that's why they be tellin' it
You be cryin' wolf and waitin' for the f*ckin' moon and shit
But I just be, I just be Kobe fadin' it
Fifty, ayy, bitches tryna hit me
The way we was going, I could always get a wedding ring
We was good together, yeah, we had a salt and pepper thing
Now the way you treatin' me, it's like you torturing me
I just don't know what I gotta do for you
You try and beat it out me like I wasn't bein' true
We should've went 22 seasons, yeah, we could've been Babe Ruth
But now it's fifty, ayy, bitches tryna hit me
Baby want me back, but I said, pussy, I'm just renting
Givin' dick is easy
Raisin' kids is risky
Mama say she miss me
Fifty, ayy, bitches tryna hit me
Baby want me back, but I said, pussy, I'm just renting
Givin' dick is easy, raisin' kids is risky
Mama say she miss me
Couldn't pick up, I'm off the curb, it's trippin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But now it's fifty, yeah
But now it's fifty, yeah
Tryna hit me, yeah
But now it's, ayy, ayy, yeah