text: Kick a bitch out like toodles 
  Lobster on my plate, came a long way from noodles 
  My pockets gettin bigger than a sumo 
  Baby Sasuke, whippin up Naruto 
  Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos 
  I remember I was with your bitch, she was coolin, yeah 
  She was kickin shit with me like judo 
  Knock it out the park, home run, Albert Pujols 
  She aint never never been to Pluto, yeah 
  Young nigga stay in the same drama
  Fuckin on another nigga baby mama 
  Got a hood bitch named Shayanna 
  Got a Draco, the A with the K out it 
  I shoot the three like Im Ray Allen 
  Ayy, the trap, I cant stay out it, uh 
  My niggas, they used to pray out it, yeah
  We got lot of bands, I turned to a bandit, yeah
  I just popped a half and Im not landin, yeah
  I just know she bad and she too savage 
  Everything I do is outstanding 
  Everything on me Balenci 
  Balenci, Balenci, Balenci 
  Balenci, Balenci, Balenci 
  This Rollie dont do no tick-ticky 
  My diamonds hit back like a frisbee 
  And none of my bitches is picky 
  Pat in love with my coupe like its Missy 
  I might just go cop a new cul-de-sac
  Fuck on your bitch and put that ho to bed
  These niggas broke, no, they dont got no bread 
  I done carried the game, I aint weak in my legs 
  What? Weak in my legs, with your bitch, yeah
  Fuck on your ho and she givin me head
  After Im done, put that lil bitch to bed, heard what I said?
  Order up a shooter and I pull up a sniper
  My bro pull up and he shootin the rifle
  We smash out and swerve in the Viper
  My jacket made out of tiger 
  My cars made out carbon fiber 
  Foreign whip, pull up beside you 
  Bitch, we done shot up the opps 
  Them niggas dead on arrival 
  Might as well go outer space on these hoes
  Might as well go outer space 
  Tell me when you ready, yeah
  Tell me when you ready, yeah 
  Push the Rolls-Royce like a Chevy 
  And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus 
  Bando to bando to bando
  Im havin a seizure with the Draco, slidin 
  Young dem came through and sprayed up the spot
  You hear, Kaboom, on me, then you hear sirens
  Runnin the road like Boston, Georgia, Diego, I cant hide it 
  Started out runnin with the goonies, now I got no stylist, a nigga stylish
  Shouldve put your bitch in the boonies where you cant find her, cause when we find her 
  I know Im goin bezerko, thats for-sure-ski, look at my shirt 
  I know Im goin satin and silk Hermés on my curtains, yeah
  Bustdown baguettes, put on my wrist and my chest, Im getting so wet, hey
  Comin correct, you already know how niggas comin, the drum hold a fifth 
  Turn up, yeah, gotta keep that track 
  Tell me when youre ready, yeah
  Diamonds all baguetties, yeah
  Got a bad-ass bitch, yeah 
  I just took her from a lame 
  Chopped her like hedges
  I line that shit up like edges 
  I wrap the bill up like a presi
  I got my side bitch tryna go steady
  I put these carats on my ring
  Aint tryna marry no bitch til Im ready
  Man, that pretty lil shit, I done stabbed in it
  Hit the dougie in it, then I dabbed in it
  A stallion draped in medallion, but her Ferrari Italian
  Im out of here, all the way out of here
  Baby Pluto all the way out of here
  Im stylin you, baby, Im stylin you
  Lacing you up in designer gear
  Im proud of you, nigga, you droppin them bodies
  You get you a Bird membership
  A gang of niggas gon go up when I go up
  I cant forget em