(Buddah blessed this beat)
Psychin' out, mm, bro pull a pistol on anyone
Hopped out the car with a big SK
Grip it under my arm like a minigun
Nigga think he can take any of my hoes
Sit back and watch him receive a Cinnabon
Run out and hop in some foreigns
Some hoes and my momma, the ratio ten to one
All of my exes look at me like, God, I turned a façade
Buy her a car but it's still in my name
If that bitch tryna leave, take it back like Rashad
Six-hundred thousand, I stuffed in the park
Ten different bitches, we made 'em hoes mosh
Maison Margiela soap when I wash