Who they wanna talk now, let em move they lips Comin' at my neck and they talkin' all that shit I ain't really trippin' though, I ain't got the time But when I glow up, bitch, please don't hit my line Don't hit my line, Don't hit my line, Don't hit my line Ooh, now ain't it funny when I'm down, they just lay low Ooh, now ain't it funny, they my friend when they say so Watch em come around when I pull up in that Range though Watch em come around when I start stackin' all these days, so If I like that shit, I go and cop that shit, I might just flex for fun If I like that chick, then I invite that bitch, then I sex her down till she come I ain't no chump, bitch, don't be dumb, run through your club, no forest gump Lookin' so clean and I'm with my whole team, if you drop that shit, then you might get slumped Tried to tell ya, tried to tell ya, but you bitches never listen Tried to tell ya, tried to tell ya, that your boy been on a mission Tried to tell ya, tried to tell ya, but they couldn't see the vision Tried to tell ya, tried to tell ya, now look what you been missin' Ooh, they wanna talk, now let em move they lips Comin' at my neck and they talkin' all that shit I ain't really trippin' though, I ain't got the time But when I glow up, bitch, please don't hit my line Don't hit my line Don't hit my line Don't hit my line Don't hit my line Don't hit my line Don't hit my line Don't hit my line Don't hit my line Ooh, now ain't it funny how they talkin' all that bullshit Ooh, now ain't it funny how they treat me like a nuisance Watch em come around when I drop all of my new shit Said, watch em come around when I pull up in that new whip I go and do three shows, then I do three hoes, but I hope one ain't your bitch I see you flex on the gram with a couple of gram, but we both know that you ain't rich You wear fake fits, what I wear looks lit, and I don't play baseball, but your boy makes hits In my hometown, now everybody down, cause your boy went hard, now your boys ain't shit Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, but you bitches never listen Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, that your boy been on a mission Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, but they couldn't see the vision Tried to tell you, tried to tell you, now look what you've been missin' Ooh, they wanna talk, now let em move they lips Comin' at my neck, and they talkin' all that shit I ain't really trippin' though, I ain't got the time But when I glow up, bitch, please don't hit my line