[Verse 1]
My baby mamas said I wasn’t shit, and at first I used to believe ‘em
Now they on my dick, ’cause a young nigga out here eatin’
Every time I hop in my whip, I light one of my pre-rolls
That gettin’ gwap, I’m Gucci, without the ice cream cone
Sticking to that G-Code, I take a shot then reload
I only fuck with my street folk ’cause these rap niggas too emo
Forever on my grind, yeah, my five kids, they need clothes
Pump bucking at fake fucks ’cause like pimps they need holes
Blaow! Bloaw! Oh my lord – my hoe and my chain gold
Life be my bitch and that hoe move when I say so
Good in my ‘hood, yeah, I play the block like Lego
Real goons on my payroll – I save money, you save hoes
Mountain high, I Range Rove, to the top on you niggas
If this was ’09 I would’ve been socking on niggas
Fuck that, rather profit on niggas – toe tag every beat Louis give me
Oh yeah I’m a problem, oh mama, no condoms
We’re yelling out “fuck all you pussies”