[Intro]
Yuki Productions (Uh)

[Chorus]
I might go dump out the whip
Get me the pack and I sell it real quick
I'ma shit on these niggas, I wish they would run up
If he run up on me, then I'm putting my gun up
Feel like I'm Brent, how I'm singing to bitches
And I'll say it again, I don't need your Snap'
Heard he talk on the 'net, so I know that he cap
If he run up on me, he get hit with a— (Bop)

[Post-Chorus]
Can't chase no bitch, can't crease my Rick
Your boy got slumped, not talking no six
I'm an antisocial ass nigga, that's it
I feel like 'Tana 'cause I was fourteen with a clip
I'm with your shorty, we getting on freaky
Kicking her out 'cause she can't even please me
Now that she mad, heard that bitch tryna Tweet me
But, I got me a new bitch, I love how she eat me

[Verse]
She be eating me up, no pizza
Bitch is a dime, but I heard she a diva
That bitch is a liar, I call her Geneva
Had to go get me a flight— (Bye, Felicia)
Speaking the money, I'm fluent
Look at my money, that shit is congruent
Your money's little, I'm calling it Stewart
Look at this bitch, that boy got nothing
Heard that's your bitch, but you know that I'm fucking
Blowing the checks and I pass it like nothing
Blowing the checks and I pass it like Wentz, no Carson
Smoking the pack, got me feeling mad nauseous
Got a bad bitch on me, no bunny
You making fun of my music? That shit ain't funny
I like the kick then I'm selling the bunny
Wiping his nose, that shit ain't runny
Wiping his nose, man, he think that he tough
I ain't no game, but I know that he bluff
That boy a snitch when he upping the cuffs
I slit that boy with a bar, no Puff
Flying to LA, I'm going on Sunday
I feel like Autumn, I'm taking a one-way
I feel like Autumn, Hakuna Matata
Shot at that boy, he got hit in his māthā

[Chorus]
I might go dump out the whip
Get me the pack and I sell it real quick
I'ma shit on these niggas, I wish they would run up
If he run up on me, then I'm putting my gun up
Feel like I'm Brent, how I'm singing to bitches
And I'll say it again, I don't need your Snap'
Heard he talk on the 'net, so I know that he cap
If he run up on me, he get hit with a— (Bop)

[Post-Chorus]
Can't chase no bitch, can't crease my Rick
Your boy got slumped, not talking no six
I'm an antisocial ass nigga, that's it
I feel like 'Tana 'cause I was fourteen with a clip
I'm with your shorty, we getting on freaky
Kicking her out 'cause she can't even please me
Now that she mad, heard that bitch tryna Tweet me
But, I got me a new bitch, I love how she eat me

[Outro]
I might go dump out the whip
Get me the pack and I sell it real quick
I'ma shit on these niggas, I wish they would run up
If he run up on me, then I'm putting my gun up
Feel like I'm Brent, how I'm singing to bitches
And I'll say it again, I don't need your Snap'
Heard he talk on the 'net, so I know that he cap
If he run up on me, he get hit with a— (Bop)
Can't chase no bitch, can't crease my Rick
Your boy got slumped, not talking no six
I'm an antisocial ass nigga, that's it
I feel like 'Tana 'cause I was fourteen with a—