Lyrics: Roderick Henderson/Zachary Mullet/Ashot Akopian
Music: Roderick Henderson/Zachary Mullet/Ashot Akopian
[Intro]
(Kutta, cut that shit up)
[Chorus]
Niggas broke as fuk, that's why they dik ridin'
I get a Hellcat, I want a big body
He say my brother name, you know we slide 'bout it
Just this year alone, we got five bodies
I'm on two Percs, five Roxies
She want two purses, I won't buy her nothing
All my bihes say "Hail, Rye", I turned them hoes to Nazis
If we slide through and they outside, this .40 get to knockin'
[Verse]
Drop the baby, run bih
**** the baby, pick up your gun, bih
We shoot shit for fun bih
Turnt up, now I'm dumb rich
I turned my words into hundreds and ran up that money, that's why niggas be on my dik
Told that ho don't say my name when she 'round her friends, I don't likΠ΅ to be in the mix
All my young niggas gunnin', I go drop a hundred and spΠ΅nd that shit all on some sticks
I spent so much mother****in' money and I run through these hundreds like last year I didn't have shyt
Last year I couldn't buy no shoes, last year I couldn't buy no socks
Last year I couldn't get no hoes, but this year I walk around with knots
I spent racks, designer clothes, I don't give a **** if you ball or not
Put designer on all my hoes so you gon' know that's my b***h or not
[Chorus]
Niggas broke as fuk, that's why they dik ridin'
I get a Hellcat, I want a big body
He say my brother name, you know we slide 'bout it
Just this year alone, we got five bodies
I'm on two Percs, five Roxies
She want two purses, I won't buy her nothing
All my bihes say "Hail, Rye", I turned them hoes to Nazis
If we slide through and they outside, this .40 get to knockin'