Ya brrrr murda I’m the top shotta My nigga don dada Turn her to her head to pasta He pull up wid the choppa Ramen noodles lobster We got it all I gotcha Don’t ever let ‘‘em stop ya Rude bitch y’all can’t ever end her I ain’t a bank or lender The feds will come and getcha I’m working in the winter Cut a bitch like splinter She rat I can’t forgive her I rock Pravda from the head down ain’t round Shorty page me wanna get down let’s get loud bullets flying out the barrel ya I know that ring sound Messing with my money robbed her playground ya dats how I’m his lil rider He gon die beside her Cause I’m the cold to his brrr They so mad sk found the female verz Verz as if version of him He in gp u dig Never ratting on the kid We ain’t proud of doing bids That’s the old life that we live They want us over so they fib He the dad who got my kid Plus his drip is hella mint Hustling weight all we did Now we coming up We just some properties While haters copy us Cold heart show fendi love Check the news u gon see what’s up They don’t fuck with us He hold me clutch like a glove He with me when it’s push to shove We got loved us dying up …. (Free style outro)