Doubt yea I ain't have no doubt yea
I ain't ever pout yea
I was out and about yea
You was in the house yea
Laid out on the couch yea
Get money what I do gang
Drive this bitch like Bruce Wayne
Drive this bitch like
Drive this bitch like Bruce Wayne
Big body take up two lanes
Imma tell you two things
This just how I do things
Ball out just like
Ball out just like flu game
Last bitch had some mood swings
N***a we ain't worried bout you gang
I've been onto new things
Think my bitch she tryna f**k
She said she wanna do things
I might pull up in that Rari
Book he in a Muslanne
F**king with them thotties
They gone give the whole damn crew brain
I'm sick I need medicine
They been walking round with shiesties on
They think they menacing
I could teach you couple things and turn you to a better man
You rock cheap ass leather man
They been taunting me like I don't keep that .45 weapon man
We the one who put them young boys on we'll never be broke again
Think they didn't learn they lesson cause they want some smoke again