Lyrics
4 a.m. I out here smoking on the noodie
I see the sun rise, now it's time to keep it moving
You niggas ain't a threat, who you thought you was behoovin'?
I ride through the county only bumping old music
I pulled up on my momma just to see what they was doing
I'm headed out to eat, I just ate just but I'm hungry
I ain't finna play with you niggas or your homies
He said you wouldn't run, found out that was baloney
Bitch
Yeah, nigga hell yeah, send 'em off a cliff
She said I drove her crazy, told that bitch to get a grip
I got the F80, just to add it to the whips
I pull up to the car meet, smoking on the fifth
If I let you slide then consider that a gift
If I'm fucking with her let her book a little trip
I don't remember nothing, but I bet I won't forget
If he run up on me, let the old boat rip
They thought I was sketchy, wise hand on his hip
Stage two tuned, hear the pop when I dip
I'ma raise a cup for the hood and take a sip
I'ma have a fucking blast, crash the event
I'ma tell it to the class, he ain't really rich
Piccadilly eatin' ass, niggas talking shit
They was in the club, smoking only one skimp
When I get the steak, I need a side of grilled shrimp
Or go get the crab leg, but erupt the bitch
I ain't even flex, I want butter off the bitch
She wants to pull up just 'cause the accent
I don't give a fuck, don't give me your two cents
I'ma give it to a junkie like he needed it
She looked up at me and said, "You so conceited-dent"
He said he was coming, but I'm not believing it
Bitch
