The real, it's the golden motherfuckin' P, y'all know what the fuck goin' on Bitch, I'm from Memphis, what you know about me? Big G-L-O-N-A-G-L-E Fifty thousand new Chanel chopper It's free and every time I pop out, you know I A-T-E I'm that bitch ho, get like me, you know it's Y-W-R-B-C-M-G White me down, small niggas, tall niggas, long peg, no small fix Beat that bitch, it's all pretty, and with y'all, no I'm learning booty shorts now, cause my paper long It's a Friday night, my nigga ain't at home I pull my bitch shots, cause now I'm drinking long I'm outside again, cause bitch I hate at home It's giving her face, A-T-E Her face, A-T-E It's giving her face, A-T-E Her face, A-T-E S-E-S-Y-Y-R-E-D Play with me, I'll put a pothole in your teeth With my P. People's in, we coming 50 deep You ain't know I was a hitter Cause I'm always looking fleet Cash out, new bar, AMG Outside, bubble gum with some bloody red seat I like ratchet bitches twerking to the beat If you hear this phone playing, shake that ass for glowing I'm wearing booty shorts Cause my paper long It's a Friday night My nigga ain't at home I pull my bitches shots Cause I don't drink alone I'm outside again Cause bitch, I hate at home It's giving her face Aye! Who teed it? Yeah.
Her. Who? Face.
Hey. Who? Teed it? Even her. Who?
Face. Hey. Who?
Teed it? Yeah. Her. Who?
Face. Hey. Who?
Teed it? Yeah. Why that damn spray so cold? You come here every week.
You know it's the same deal. Coachella, you won't never catch me slippin' Ain't no fuckin' Cinderella, stupid bitch Throw the peach, and the peach stands for poppin' They gon' follow, do my dance on them bitches Since they watchin' on the gun I'm wearing gun shorts, cause my paper long It's a Friday night, my nigga ain't at home Let's go I pull my bitch shots, cause I don't drink alone I'm outside again, cause bitch I hate it home It's giving her face, A-T-A Her face, A-T-A It's giving her face, A-T-A Her face, A-T-A