She belongs to the street
Yes she do, but where she at though?
To be honest, I ain't seen her in the last four
Homie said: Ayy yo' Traq, where your last ho'?

I don't know, but it wouldn't gonna last though
Making money bitch, I'm a bankroll
I don't know you, stay the hell out my payroll
Super hot, got that ice on my wrist, huh
Cracka boutta pull up with that assist, uh

Fuck 'Rona, bitch, I'm a grownup
I'm a stoner, pull up to the corner
Bad bitch, I ain't fuck with a thot
I'm never pickin' up, I'd be duckin' a lot
Gotta stack-stack in the back-back

Whole 'lotta cheese, call it pepper Jack on me
Gotta whole 'lotta bangers on deck
I was broke, then a label cut a check, bitch
But why the fuck you always cappin', G?

I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks
And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine
She said, we had a thing, but I don't know her
Fuck a Bentley truck, I was whippin' my Corolla

If you talkin' shit, I'ma leave you in a coma
Bad bitch, big bang, got rich, no diploma
Double G in my suit and my tie
Eight-gram zoot, oh shoot and I'm high
Talk shit ain't it, please don't try
No drip, no bitch, can you please go cry?

I be turnin' shit up on the beat, mm, just a itty-bitty
Bag an Uber, tryna feel just a bit of titty
Whole crew goin' mad in the city with me
Put it in her butt, mm, will she even let me?
I think I made my dough Versace, Prada, Gucci robes
I feel like I might lose control
Now you just watch this shit explode, like woah
I think I made my dough Versace, Prada, Gucci robes
I feel like I might lose control

Now you just watch this shit explode, like woah
But why the fuck you always cappin', G?
I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks

And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine, like
Why the fuck you always cappin', G?
I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks
And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine, bitch