[ Featuring WON, Junee Guapo ]
I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone
I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone
Yeah I got her in my room she doin' splits on dick
Yeah I hang with them felons they got switch and shit
Yeah I hang with them killers they might split your wig
Yeah I ain't text her back you think I need this bitch
Yeah I be on my own shit I be on my grown shit
Now they see me goin' up now they tryna take a flick
Now they tryna take a flick
Yeah yeah
She ringin my phone I thought its the alarm
I work with some drillas the clique fully armed
And me and the cash just can't stay apart
I walk into the bank and I feel a spark
It's straight to the point I'm headin' to the park
Get geeked off the flower I don't do the cart
She rubbin' my trousers cause she like my art
I fill up the Grabba then go off to Mars
Damn where should I start
Bitches spread rumors paint me like a
Them niggas bite swag like some sharks
So I guess I'm raisin the bar this shit was hard
They don't know how I was playin' my cards
Down on the south side at the park we came so far
So she only wanna hit me when it's dark yeah
I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone
I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone
Yeah I got her in my room she doin' splits on dick
Yeah I hang with them felons they got switch and shit
Yeah I hang with them killers they might split your wig
Yeah I ain't text her back you think I need this bitch
Yeah I be on my own shit I be on my grown shit
Now they see me goin' up now they tryna take a flick
Now they tryna take a flick
Yeah yeah
I blow all these racks I'ma make it back
I remember I had a crush she didn't want me back back
Now I tote that sticky stick in my Goyard backpack
She just gave me sloppy face I just gave her cash app
And I keep some shooters with me in that Matte Black Cadillac
I get up in her ribs no no no I ain't talkin' baby back
And they see me ballin' so much they nickname me Baby Shaq
She say that I try to f*ck her friend no I don't remember that
And I'm goin' number one no doubt I need that golden plaque
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone
I got bitches callin' me they tryna ring my phone
Yeah I got her in my room she doin' splits on dick
Yeah I hang with them felons they got switch and shit
Yeah I hang with them killers they might split your wig
Yeah I ain't text her back you think I need this bitch
Yeah I be on my own shit I be on my grown shit
Now they see me goin' up now they tryna take a flick
Now they tryna take a flick yeah woah
