Drop on some clubs, drop you in blood Left with the deeper end, I show no love Act as these pieces, my feelings no witness But follows me, so I drop off Ayy, huh, I go click-clack, metal on my hip, bitch Heavy with the metal, money comin' by the ditches Fuck it up, give me some, heavy hittin' Jane don't hit the blunt, she be suckin' I'ma dip it for your kissin', never been the same Since I saw the roof missin', goin' up in the cut Frontin' round rough, I hit the dough, don't shut it Said, don't shut it, bitch, keep comin' I got hella bands in my bank, stay flooded Do you wanna dance? My dance ain't fuckin' And the Louis V stays on when we fuckin' Bitch, talk, just cut it, end the discussion Got big bands, I know that you does it You a tough man, but my Glock got you runnin' I'm tryna understand why your bitch keep suckin' Got my Louis V stayin' by your bitch I might fuck with the Glock, we in the whip A two-faced, my watch can't hear a tick I might hit the one-two like Crispy did I ain't never been broke since I made these hits And I'm in the backseat with your bitch I kiss And I'm layin' in the Seoul with a blissfulness And I'm layin' in the Seoul with a blissfulness Cause I gotta, I gotta I got short bitch, got kicks in the trunk Candid on my, can I just Huh, I keep a gun, I gotta Cause I gotta, I gotta I got short bitch, got kicks in the trunk Candid on my, can I just Huh, I keep a gun, I gotta I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I gotta I go click, clap, metal on my hip bitch Heavy with the metal money comin' by the digits Fuck it up, gimme some Heavy hittin' Jane, don't hit the blunt I could build a Volvo Cuz I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I got showbiz, you got kids in the trunk Can it all mom? Can I just talk? I keep a gun, I gotta Cuz I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I got showbiz, you got kids in the trunk Can it all mom? Can I just talk? I keep a gun, I gotta