She don't wanna see my face tell that bitch call me Jason
Aye
Aye
Getting to the guap, don't give a f*ck bout' what you saying (Aye)
Aye, Aye, Aye
She don't wanna see my face tell that bitch call me Jason
Getting to the guap, don't give a f*ck bout' what you saying
These bullets so hot , it'll turn him into bacon
Trappin' in the basement, You can hear the banging
Srt's, Trackhawks finna get to racing
You don't wanna get robbed, boy you better get to paying
We is not playing, We gon get to aiming
Leave yo' momma at the front door now she waiting
They told me use this beat for Non-Profit only
I need to get the cash and it's coming up slowly
Don't give a f*ck about yo' dead people, or yo homie
Can't trust none of these bitches cause they really be phony
Talking bout the gang, You assumed as a opp
Can't snitch on nobody, give a f*ck about a cop
That nigga really mad cause his bitch gave me top
If she being real dry then she gonna get blocked
Smoking on loud while i'm rolling through the city
In the back seat but you know them killers with me
I'm little Santa Clause i'll coming through your chimney
It's black out day so i gotta get the semi
You can see that i'm busy
Why you messing with me?
I got a bad bitch and her name is sydney
She don't wanna see my face tell that bitch call me Jason
Getting to the guap, don't give a f*ck bout' what you saying
These bullets so hot , it'll turn him into bacon
Trappin' in the basement, You can hear the banging
Srt's, Trackhawks finna get to racing
You don't wanna get robbed, boy you better get to paying
We is not playing, We gon get to aiming
Leave yo' momma at the front door now she waiting