text: Yo
  Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
  I got bad habits, thrown cash on the thots
  Way too grown to throw a punch, bitch, I throw shots 
  Went to middle school, deuce-five in my lock 
  Went hollow to VC, DC, got it hot 
  Ima jump the fence if they ask for my ID 
  Last nigga T-R-Y me, on the IV 
  Seven, six, five, four, three, 21, me 
  When I was a youngin, stayed in Eagle, run in BC 
  Central Drive where I got my first 223
  Handin out shots, he got four, and she got two or three 
  Ran hot box, 1500, we got two or three 
  Peelin with a. flat head, yeah, I was on it 
  Stealin honey buns out the store, I was a youngin 
  Slammed down this pump on your head, Andre Drummond 
  Face card, fucked up, want nobody from it 
  Face down, ass up, put it in her stomach 
  Im on 30s, bitch, and I think Im boutta vomit 
  I got fish scale, and it look like cum 
  Used to whip the work, and I put that on my money 
  Savage, Al Capone, hit a nigga with the Tommy 
  Dumb shit, feelin like Osama, I might bomb shit 
  Baby daddy broke, so I guess he on his bum shit 
  Dumb rich, need a Percocet just to function 
  This bitch got me twisted, she think Im spaghetti junction
  Switchin up my hoes, like I change my clothes
  Switchin up my hoes, like I change my clothes
  Switchin up my hoes, like I change my clothes
  Switchin up my hoes, like I change my clothes
  Baby, give me throat, let a nigga poke 
  Your baby daddy broke, I fronted him his dough 
  I hit you on the low , cause he is not is my bro 
  I dont trust you hoes , leave your iPhones at the door