[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I hope they still do it now
Ima get back for my mans, yeah
I fuck that bitch on cam (uh-uh)
She tryna get my banana
I pour that wock in my Fanta
I'm a rich nigga out of Atlanta
I dump on a nigga like Tana (uh-uh)
She hit my phone, I won't answer
[Verse]
I'm just tryna get back on my opps bitch
Kill yo' mama, then I kill yo' nana
Kick a thot out, she got no manners
Fuck what you talking bout, you not my standard
Smoking, my lungs hurt, bitch I got cancer
Not talking money, I don't understand you
I get the bag, [?]
Pussy get tired, don't got any fans, yeah
I'm off the shrooms, baby take a trip
Fucking this thot hoe, she want dick
Why are these odd hoes on my dick
Sucking the pothole, on some wock shit
[?], so he got a dark bitch
I be dropping this hoe, and her lashes
That's yo' blunt, turn it to a crisis
I got shooters, on that take yo' life shit
I got niggas outside, for real though
Got a red dot, like he Rudolph
All my niggas really be on fuck shit
I be getting high with my shooter
That's my bitch, can't have a threesome
She go both ways, Bktherula (uh-uh)
Yo' ice fake, hit up my jeweler
I got a bad hoe, she work at hooters
Think These niggas mad bro
But I love this shit, because it don't last hoe
With this freak bitch, I'm in her asshole
Oh you said you got hoes, for real, shit
Only difference is my type bad, though
Not the richest, but I came from rags hoe
Fuck the front door, kick down yo' back door
We got hella sticks up in this trap hoe
I make hella money, do the math hoe
[Chorus]
I hope they still do it now
Ima get back for my mans, yeah
I fuck that bitch on cam (uh-uh)
She tryna get my banana
I pour that wock in my Fanta
I'm a rich nigga out of Atlanta
I dump on a nigga like Tana (uh-uh)
She hit my phone, I won't answer
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah