 Got a batty like Skinner, she fire, but I cannot come fuckin' she be too needy Every bitch is a thot to get tree-sy, John Cena, these hoes can't see me I'm talkin' Katie and she got a green beam, and my Uta take high percent of shots If he on, he ain't match a figgy, but he might bless that Y'all mad shot gang in the feet, though, what? Dress that And she, you're like, when you gonna take me serious I told her she is a red flash, so I move tack if I pass in the pole Cause I bet you I open him, bro, bet you I score if you pass me the rock Cause I bet you I open him, go like, I told her get away from me, she keyin' me She like, oh you so mean to me, might get my Uta feet, don't feel your energy Bro, you movin' with hella artillery, she throw the dub up Can't go in the way without my knocker, I keep my gun tucked If I don't want my knock, it's punched up, shooty tattoo, let's shut the fuck up Niggas be talkin' on me, I don't care, these bitches be hoes on me, bro, they be bold Bro, they hear them takin' niggas soul, and I'm not the player, she up and blown Since you get tragic, ain't no politics, and let them have it Yeah, I'm the nigga, they callin' it static Bullets hit him for hoes, and it's dry to run, told J had top him I'm not playin' with niggas, blast the deal