Mm-mm, yeah
Ayy, get out the way, yeah
Stop playin' with me and lil' luis, man
Just got off the five, hahaha
Stop with that shit, man
Nah, they ain't even knowin' 'bout the leash, man
Get off that
Backwoods on the case
Backwood smoke it to the face
I'm not one

Hell nah, I don’t wanna hear your diss
I just spent two bands on rick
Hurt her heart, I gotta fix that
Mmy with the rick, they mix-match (mix-match)
I get my lick back, he get popped like a tic-tac (tic)
And her tongue goin’ zig-zag
We gon’ bring ’em guns out, give ’em he

Woah, woah, woah, woah
(Yea blitt, yea blatt)
Yea woah, woah woah woah
Bow, bow, bow

I slide with that choppa
I want the yen yeah I want the dollars
Skinny petite y-y-yeah she a model
I want some Christian Diors and Pradas
She call me daddy, she call me papa