12 Bars

(Dollar Beats Production)
Oh, folio, uh (Dollar Beats Production)
Come on over here, uh, girl
Sos'
Hahahaha, yeah, you ain't top my shit though
Turn up (Dollar Beats Production)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Haha, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Got his bitch trippin' 'cause she seeing me, thought she was off a trippy stick
Don't know why she sneak dissin' to me, say he got a shrimpy dick
Pull off in that Rari, now they think I'm on some fishy shit
Two year ago I ain't have no car, I was on that 'come get me' shit
Two years ago I ain't have no job, I was on that young drilla shit
Posted on the block with the Glock, tryna drill some shit
Don't give no fuck, that thot with the opps, I'ma drill a bitch
And I swear these opps know how I rock, Glo until I be killed

I don't want your bitch, boy, let me see if I can fit her in my schedule
I won't wife a bitch, boy, these bitches be goin' everywhere
I don't care 'bout goin' to jail, they treat me like heaven there
'Fore I let a nigga try to kill me, I'ma send his ass 11 shells