Skee, skee-yee
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch
from the back (Yeah)
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch
from the back (Yeah, come here)
Yeah, I done ran me up a sack, skee-yee
(Bend over, bitch, come here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Reach for my chain,
they pop at your melon
(They pop at your melon)
Them boy you're with,
they be tellin' (They tellin')
I'm addicted to drank, bitch,
look at my belly
I sip for free,
I'm with the niggas that sell it (Yeah)
I'm tryna fuck both of you, bae
(Both of you bitches)
Look, just don't be jealous (Don't be jealous)
Fucked up in class so much,
I'm a two-time felon (For real)
But I'm really a legend (Uh-huh)
You gotta have sauce to drip like this,
to mix the Marni with Rick like this (Swag, swag)
You gotta have money to
treat your bitch like shit or
she ain't gon' take no shit
(She ain't gon' take no shit)
I go to sleep and wake back up,
and pour me a cup again and again
(I'm drownin')
I go to sleep and wake back up
with twenty missed calls
from my bitch and my mans
I bought my ex a lil' Jeep truck and
bought like two of my hoes a Benz (For real)
Boyfriend, ain't no callin' me that
(Ain't no callin' me that)
I tell her I'm sleep,
ain't no callin' me back (On bro)
He say he my twin,
ain't no callin' me that (Fuck him)
I don't even know you niggas,
I gotta show you niggas
But after rap, I still negotiate millions,
lil' nigga, you get it
He talkin' that money shit,
he ain't about it (He ain't about it)
You only sip green in the house,
I don't sip green at all
Rich as fuck, still sleep
in the trap on the couch (On the couch)
He never served a fiend at all
All that cap in his rap,
we know that you cap (That you cap)
You the type to run off on the plug,
when you could really go and
run up a sack (Really run it up)
Broke niggas make me sick,
broke niggas can't do shit
Broke niggas can't touch shit, nigga,
suck my dick (Suck my dick, bitch)
I don't do shit for niggas,
I don't got shit for niggas (Yeah)
I see the bitch in niggas
I don't talk much,
just listen, nigga,
you get it
Fuckin' that bitch from the back,
I done ran me up a sack
Tell the bitch hi then bye
Chrome Heart slippers
two thousand and five,
plus tax, I live what I rap
I don't care how rich I get,
I ain't stoppin' the trap
I don't care how rich I get,
even with my security, I'm totin' that fire
Niggas know I ain't bap
Yeah, **** that **** from the back
I don't sip green, that's bap
I don't sip green, that's bap