I keep tryna pull up my purse, I got 30,000 in my joggers I got the pistol on the flight, I just flew out to LA from Charlotte That bitch ain't get *** for Christmas, she nodding In the car with her head down, she nodding And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it Till I put the .45 on his noggin *** all that talking, just put a few mil on the table And give me a pen and I'm signing I just cut up my bitch, cause you ain't really with me, be honest You know I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, she don't get steak and shrimp Eatin' chicken, lil' bitch, the McDonald's Bag on your motherfuckin' head, better watch what you say On my motherfuckin' pics in my comments In the four, I'm a motherfuckin' giant A king like a motherfuckin' lion All these lil' niggas act like they want that We gon' slide in your DMs, we slidin' Better call up the homicide unit I make em' pull out yellow tape with the Cyrus They gon' make me come set this bitch off When I pull that bitch out, it's too late to say sorry Nigga thought I was pussy, cause they heard me singing Them bitches like YK Osiris I ain't got my mind on my money Let's run up some motherfuckin' commas Let's go to the motherfuckin' bank Bitch, I'm from Charlotte, we blank Mama told me to pull up my pants Got them racks on me, mama, I can't I keep tryna pull up my purse, I got 30,000 in my joggers I got the pistol on the flight I just flew out to L.A. from Charlotte That bitch ain't get *** for Christmas, she naughty In the car with her head down, she naughty And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it Till I put that .45 on his noggin' I keep tryna pull up my pants Just before they hangin' out my joggers I grew up around them apartments Now I'm in L.A. like a Dodger Moonbeef off a Tweet I see my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalkin' Living verse to death in the coffin I'm on ruts from Kiki, I'm coughin' Always act like I'm booted on Mali These lil' niggas 12, they talky They can't keep up, stand up problem I can't keep these bitches off My dad, we bringin' eyes in the park You pass that stick on him till he say sorry *** who, I beg your pardon Roll call, please, when *** get started I keep tryna pull up my pants Just before they hangin' out my joggers She eat dick when I land *** from the back, she call me her father For my bro, I take the stand Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor Big dog, you lil' niggas is tall On the way to the show in a Sprinter with choppers I keep tryna pull up my pants I got 30,000 in my joggers I got the pistol on the flight I just flew out to L.A. from Charlotte That bitch ain't get *** for Christmas, she naughty In the car with her head down, she noddin' And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it Till I put the .45 on his noggin'