[Intro]
Bae, what you mean you can't buy this VVS1, baby?
Just put my card on it
I ain't trippin'

[Chorus]
I'm fried, just let her use my card
Let her use one of my cards, 'fore you leave lock the door

[Post-Chorus]
Tell me she crashed my car, beat her with the cord
Smack her with the power plug, damn, I'm still in the 'cord

[Verse 1]
It might look nice but it's bad shit all in my core
Y'all always slidin', don't be bashin' when I score
Don't be cryin' when I get that get-back
Flamethrower on a n***a, tell his ass to, "Get back"
"I don't got no more Percs" tell his ass to get crack
Brodie tryna wack us, he crashed, tell his ass to relax
Ooh, damn, tell his ass to stop it
Sales up, my trap got skyrocketed
My Turk plug can get some Act', he's positive
Bro keep tryna be OCG, you ain't part of this
Who the fuck produced this beat? I just murdered this
Eyes wide open on the kiss, I just Dirk-ed this bitch
[Chorus]
I'm fried, just let her use my card
Let her use one of my cards, 'fore you leave lock the door

[Post-Chorus]
Came back, told me she wrecked my car, I smacked that whore
I was settin' my game up then I smacked her with the cord

[Verse 2]
I'm a angel but a demon in the core
She said that she love this demon semen, that she want some more
Yeah, n***a, your bitch said all that shit
And you sad ass hell knowin' that yo' wife throatin' dick
See that's why I punch bitches, up to 105 stitches
Just put my Wock syrup in my ice slushie hibiscus
All these Wock pints, me and Pat, is fightin' for business?
If you bite the flow, bite the swag, you ain't bitin' the riches
Bitch ass n***a