Aye it's kinda hard to tell me stop After they get me going They try to stab you in your back And act like you ain't knowing Bands for this fit But to you it's just regular clothing Fifty dollar eighths We ain't doing no regular smoking You ain't never had a foreign Bitch that need a passport Bitch, my niggas really 'bout a bag Not 'bout a Jansport Baby, I cannot put on a cape That's what your man for Brother get to blowing with that fire It's a FN torch All your nigga do is tell tales I think he a fairy It's a Boutabag nigga season, yeah It's getting scary Baby, put this nick in your Purse like Mariah Carey He a cat and he beat her Ass like it's Tom and Jerry Everybody saying that they balling They keep thunder I wouldn't worry 'bout no nigga With a wack jumper i'm the type to give a Bad bitch a fake number You ain't make her pay for that pipe You a fake plumber