It's cool when they do it, it's a problem when I do it Fuck them, birds of a feather, they flock together, they make you a sucker I don't fuck with nobody, if you ain't monetized, then it's fucked I want nothing but some money, but if they get with this shit, I'm a flusher I'm in South Carolina, I'm looking for renties, you know I'm some pimpin' though She gotta be thick as hell, big player, can't do nothin' with no skinny hoes Bought a Glock 47, that bitch look like a D, I hit it with both hands I sign my own checks, better stay in your lane, your lil' bitty broke ass They hate that they love me, they regret what they said, but I don't accept, I don't They claim anybody, the whole time it was somebody else's claim But next bring it real back, he be speaking his mind, that boy with the shit These rap niggas beautiful, they be ready to kill you over a bitch Hold up, I come around, niggas go put they hoes Quit asking questions, bitch, shut up and roll up She is addicted, she throw up, ooh, he tried to ditch me to blow up Boom, I'm VVS to the floor, ooh, pink and ring look like a donut I do this shit for them niggas who solid and free All them real ones who jelly in that boat map Damn, they can't do nothin' with him, beefin' with who? It ain't nothin' with him I'm hearing the slick shit, throw nothin' but big shit, you can get sunk with him When Draco was under me, that bitch in my lap, now come and get him You think I ain't no point, run up if you want shoot this bitch through the window They like, ooh, he violent, they ain't droppin' nothin', ooh, they silent They makin' no rumors, don't nobody believe him, that shit don't surprise me My side bitch major, she play her position, ain't doin' no snitchin' Remember, I was broke, now they be like, hell nah, look at Ricky Don't act like you know a nigga, all them years I did, Jean wrote a nigga Don't be speakin' on me, if you owe a nigga, I'd catch him in traffic and hold a nigga I put that on my grandmama, I was gone, but I'm back at it I ain't cool, I just act happy, me and Drake, I can backpack it Say they got a bounty on who? They say they got prices on who head 32 shots in this Glock 17 and bitch, it'll be 32 dead On me, I hit that bitch with my foot in her neck She leavin' on me, now I'm crooked in your neck 30K for a 20-minute step, put some baguettes in the Cartier Specs I'm back in, they ain't fuck with me back then Now they holla bout tap in, I pulled up with a MAC-10 If she give you some pussy and you tell her business, that mean you a rat then I don't want your bottles, I don't want your weed, just give me my back ends, I'm goin' back in I'm goin' back in