[Lyrics by A3RI AK] Bitches jealous, they envious of me Shout out to YG, let’s get it poppin’ off a beat The shit you bitches fuckin’ for I get it free Ever since I started, can’t stop movin’, ADD Run laps around you hoes, I’m Usain Bolt’n in my sleep Got that grip make a n*gga weak in the knees Broccoli, lettuce, cabbage, bitch I’m all about that green Hennessy and Xannie bars give me relief (whoo) LV, double C, only the real shit Got that UFC tap out pussy make him quit White kid from the P, bitch you know I got the fuckin’ sauce I like hood n*ggas who stay strapped and like to floss Got that flow, burner on go, hallows in the 44 Tag a bitch, no shoppin’ bag I’m the best that n*gga ever had He tryna wife me up, your baby dad, I know you mad It’s business baby, I’m bout the bread, hope you understand Fuckin’ up the game, playin’ n*ggas like MP3’s Finessing is a habit, cut ‘em off like amputees Got that AmEx black card, you broke bitches on EBT Ain’t no nickel and dime, want my time you pay the fee (n*gga) Ass real, hair real, whole collection Louboutins You collectin’ child support and you still livin’ wit your mom Fuck your doin’ with the fuckin’ pump if you ain’t walkin’ up Bitch I’m with the fuckin’ socket, I don’t even need a plug Head of the class, you sit in the back Give up the pussy, that’s cat in the hat Takin’ the bid over being a rat They look up to me, I am what they lack Stackin’ the fedi, stay with the racks Keep testin’ me, know I stay wit a Mac Pushin’ P and I’m pushin’ them packs Got out the mud and won’t ever go back That n*gga cheated, I’m fuckin’ his bro Pumpin’ the shotty, you die like a hoe Pulled up with a bitch, I’m fuckin’ ‘em both How you fumble the ball when you know I’m a pro Outta my feelings, it is what it is Sippin’ on wocky, gon’ pop me a thizz Done with that n*gga, you did what you did They mad they losin’, AK for the win (bitch) Bitches jealous, they envious of me Shout out to YG, let’s get it poppin’ off a beat The shit you hoes be fuckin’ for, I get it free Ever since I started, can’t stop movin’, ADD Run laps around you bitches, Usain Bolt’n in my sleep Got that grip make a n*gga weak in the knees Broccoli, lettuce, cabbage, bitch I’m all about that green Hennessy and Xannie bars give me relief