Know I walk with the racks on me
Bad bitch want back back
And you know she throw that ass on me
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me
'Cause the cash on me
Yeah, you know she cappin' homie
Dreadlock, that cap on me
Back then they napped on me
Now they all just act homie
Now I'm hot they all on me
Pull out the Snapchats on me
I ain't got no Snapchat homie
I think it's too personal
That's what I got Twitter for
Instagram, I'll bag ya hoe
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Like, flex on you haters (Huh), hi haters (Yeah)
This is my world so it's all in my favor (Yeah)
I like all girls, yeah, all type of flavors
But that don't matter, 'cause I just got my baby (Sike)
Pull up right there in Mercedes (Skrrt)
Water, water like the Navy (Uh)
F**k that girl 'til the sun down
Number one like I'm McGrady (That way)
Boy you said that you made me (Yeah)
Go ahead make another one
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none
I'ma love her, 'til the love is done (Huh)
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back, so her legs get numb (Yeah)
Hit from the back so long
That my own legs startin' to get numb
Suckin' me up, give me brain now she dumb
Tell her it's repercussions (What?)
Play her just like a drum
Make in a night what you make in a month (Huh)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Boy you said that you made me (Huh)
Go ahead make another one (Yeah)
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none
And I'ma love her, 'til the love is done