(Chorus) Yeah, I got my chains on, fuckin' your bitch I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist My shooters don’t know how to miss Nigga talk down on the gang, then I bang it, bitch I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I’m not sick I got some codeine all in my piss She givin' me head, yeah, and we made a mess and shorty just kept on spittin' I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go, but she wasn't even tryna listen Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door, better watch your bitches Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door, better watch your back [Verse] I can't forget when I was down bad, takin' off on the plug for a bag I can't forget when I was down bad, it was so much shit I ain’t have Now I got all this money, I didn’t even need school, I can count it fast Talkin' ’bout a hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred, bitch, do the math Talkin' 'bout a hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred, bitch, do the math Talkin' ’bout some money, some money, some money, some money, some money, I'm talkin' 'bout that cash Talkin' 'bout some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches and they all bad I'm gettin' richer and richer and richer and richer and richer, bitch, oh, yeah They hatin' on me 'cause I'm the young nigga that went and got to the bag Yeah, they wanna be me, huh, they hate that they not, that shit so sad Yeah, they hate that they hoes tryna just fuck on me and my gang, oh, yeah Yeah, and they hate that they bitches tryna come kick it with me and the gang, oh, yeah She spent one day with me, I turned her up and now she famous, yeah Tryna go put some brand new ice on my chain, it's swingin', bitch, oh, yeah I'm in a Hellcat whip, I'm huggin' the curb, I'm swingin' this bitch, oh, yeah Out with the gang, yeah, they so insane, they spinnin' like carousel Bitch, I'm on fire like kerosene My boy bang the Five, yeah, he bleed I was with that fire, yeah, I was really outside, fuck a blue check on IG I keep some blue strips all on me I spent twelve hundred on some sneaks I'm spreadin' the swag like a disease He smokin' swag, that boy cheap [Chorus] Yeah, I got my chains on, fuckin' your bitch I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist My shooters don't know how to miss Nigga talk down on the gang, then I bang it, bitch I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I'm not sick I got some codeine all in my piss She givin' me head, yeah, and we made a mess and shorty just kept on spittin' I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go, but she wasn't even tryna listen Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door, better watch your bitches Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door, better watch your back
