Check my neck, check my hoes
All my shit 150
Bad lil' hoe, yea she a vibe
Pull up wit pink whitney
Spin yo block like five times
My shooters get dizzy
We gon' hit up every house
Till we see blood drippin
Baby what you sippin'
She said how you steppin'
Mason Margiela my boots
She know what I'm reppin
She know how I'm steppin
Drippin', whatever
Cause you know I can afford it
Now they watch my bank accounts
Grab my leaf, I smoke my pounds
No I can't front you no ounce
Yeah, that's about all my money now
She wanna come and just bring me down
She wanna leave me heartless
Leave me scarred, bitch
I don't give a f*ck about your hoes
She tarnished
Yeah, we bring up all them hoes
To the pit
Like a dog, I'mma make that lil' hoe sit
Did some time
I remember when they threw me in cell number nine
I was workin' out, lil' baby
I was killin' time
Shout out to my slime he bailed me out
N-Now I'm fine
In the S.R.T. don't give a f*ck about who's behind