[Verse 1: Pretty Boy Lloyd]
We ain't talking money, bitch I'm Helen Keller
Dead bodies on the stretcher gap on the sweater
My bitch look like Cinderella
You a cellar-dweller
Heard he talkin to the fellas
Pop em like old yeller
That bitch gone call me daddy, I am not the father
With your bitch go and switch up balling like Vince Carter
(Swish)
That wrist game on pneumonia, cold just like toronto
That migo front me kilo said he need a peso
[Verse 2: white whoadie]
Dirty cities, 30 nights, y'all be talking price
Im just spending what i like im the plotting type
Take your chain, take your money typa night
Your bitch plotting man she be tryna take the pipe
Keep the nina, im aight
Run up on me, take a flight
Nina long and its on sight
Flip these bricks and make it right
Fuckboy talking out of spite
He just mad cus he bite
He just mad cus we right
Shawty naked lookin tight
Fuck with me, im coming up
See my flyin, ima stunt
Grind all day, pop the trunk
I'm like boy we smoking blunts
Flippin piles there ain't no front
See me Walkin with the pump
We was riding down
Top down
Where the cops now?
You know the block round
Finna pop rounds
You ain't hot now
Sit your ass down
[Outro: white whoadie]
Sit down
Sit down lil boy
Yeah
Whoadie
Sit down lil boy
Whoadie