I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit If I ask fat, I'ma smack two Rollie on my rear, she's a buzz down Hit your bitch from the back, she get buzzed down Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a mad hound Might as well put me in a dog pound Don't hit my phone That shit don't do nothing, it's dirt It can make a fuck, we're a jerk That shit all dirt Don't hit my phone That shit don't do nothing, it's dirt Lil' briefie off of the Perth Hop on the lemon, that shit goin' skirt Sippin' on purple with Perth Fuck on that bitch and you wipe dirt Fuck, I look like doin' cyphers, I'm gettin' richer now Finna start sendin' all the pictures now These bitches trippin' After I fuck, bitch, I'm dippin' Big Benzo truck, that shit crippin' Yeah, that shit blue, used to sip hot tea like I had the flu Tell the lil' baby, come suck on the blue Ain't no one new on the boat with you All of my watches, I'm 60 All them Armageddon, make it do a 360 They hop out the coupe in your hood, it get ripped And the spot would've struck, cause security didn't freeze me, bitch Don't hit my phone Fuck, it be Perth Yeah Hit me up Yeah Lil' briefie off of the Perth Hop on the lemon, that shit goin' skirt I'm smokin' on rush, no nerve Hang a football like a Hall of Fame jersey All it's gon' take is one word Run in your house while you dead, it's a burglary For the Nasa, we're fuckin' on thotty For the paddock, I roll it to watch A fanatic, go cop a robot My bitch, she plastic, she bust down the yacht I got them wookie woos on the third aisle Oh, y'all, I got racks and they can't go without Sip in the mud, live on the cloud Chopper got nuts, hunnit round y'all Bitch, boy, put on a blouse I put a bullet right in your vows My coupe turnin' heads like an owl Don't hit my phone That shit don't do nothing, it's dirt It can make a four-word jerk Do-do-do, that shit don't hurt Don't hit my phone That shit don't do nothing, it's dirt Lil' briefie off of the Perth Bitch