[Verse 1: Jay Dinero Bandz] Yeah I gotta lot of bullets nigga you can have em Michael Myers to these bitches ima have to stab em All these hoes in my room but they back stabbers I can't fuck wit these hoes running to the cabbage Niggas talking put yo head ina fucking package Bad bitch life good know she living lavish Give no fuck bout these niggas say that wit a passion Bitch favorite color pink like that nigga Patrick And you ain't making cheese That's the main fucking reason that you mad at me I know everything about you I got all the tea I be fucking on bitch she's a super freak If you say you want the drugs nigga come to me That don't mean that you finna get this shit for free All this dope that I smoke that shit cost a fee Bad bitch wanna ride told her come wit me Smoking dope fucking hoes for my Uncle Cee Niggas act like they bout it but they not to me Niggas act like they up but they broke as me That bitch act like she ain't fucking but she fucked the team When I'm deep in yo bitch that shit make her scream Keep talking like you brazy you gone get the beam Bad bitch wanna fuck cause she see some cheese Baby girl turn around let me see some cheeks
