Don’t ever fuckin’ play with meY’all niggas know, y’all bitches know I’m the fucking queenYou ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)Pooh, you a fool for this oneGot the strings on ’emWoke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo)I just hit ’em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks)Somebody ’bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow)All that talkin’ out your neck, might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh)This a Mack truck, not a black truck (Woo)When we move, tell ’em, “Back up,” click click, clack, duckHella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts upAll you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uhYikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likesYikes (Yikes), yes, it’s tight, but it doesn’t biteGrip it right, he be like (Woo)Yikes, what’s the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)Yikes, outta town on consistent flightsYikes, work hard, this a different white (White)Get your life, you bitches ain’t livin’ right (Woo)Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeahSoon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeahYou don’t want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeahUh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo)Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, “I think you fine,” yeahI don’t play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah‘Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeahOoh, I’ve been the same, ain’t shit changed, this ain’t nothin’ new (Woo)That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do?Yo, clear the way, it’s some bad bitches comin’ through (Sheesh)I give two F’s like the letters that are on my shoeYikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likesYikes (Yikes), yes, it’s tight, but it doesn’t biteGrip it right, he be like (Woo)Yikes, what’s the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)Yikes, outta town on consistent flightsYikes, work hard, this a different white (White)Get your life, you bitches ain’t livin’ right (Ooh)Bag talk, but ain’t got no mouth for moneyBag talk, hmmIt’s quiet, ain’t no back talk (Grrr)Quiet, ain’t no back talk