Lyrics:

im taken a glock to ya forehead

never catch a case or the club gonna forget

you

gotta a little dip with some cornbread

meet me at the top of the spot not the doorstep

ooh

finna look twice

cause that hoe looking nice

but the money said, just get a corvette

I gave you some bread then you stepped up the debt

then I throw yo ass out like a warhead

im scaring the life outta you like im huggy

I got the sharp teeth and you feeling real sluggy

The knife hit my chest hit a charm but im lucky

and hit at Wisconsin, but im like Kentucky

shit

not a little bitch

i went to club and saw your last kiss

I might go wendy and give her my heavy

she a little usteady i guess she not ready

fuck

your girlfriend is stuck

she all in the laundry

I guess that's just luck

she get in the bath

she like rubber ducks

and i pullup with thotties

and a real good fuck

and all that is left

is your man whos depressed

and hes on some boom

strapped onto his chest

he lookin really scared

and lookin really stressed

and i press on the button,

and he all in possessed

all we gone do is drive by

were not shooting up but were gonna stay high

dont whine up and cry or you just die

we aint liken dudes who go up in the sky

huh maybe nebraska

give a bitch asthma

blowing shit like im nasa

might cop a cappa

you a little rascal

cover yo bitch in tobasco

mixing the gin with the koolaid

back in the bands with your boo thing

the police just told me to freeze

and i said mother fuckers its already too late