[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Freddie Kane (Yeah, yeah)
Freddie Kane (Yeah)
Ain't a motherfuckin' thing, n***a (Check it)

[Chorus]
Neck game stupid, wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck the bitch the deuces (Yeah)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless

[Verse 1]
Crazy when I dropped, I got an insane amount of options (Uh)
Cherry-red the drop Impala like I'm straight up out of Bompton
I don't be fuckin' 'round on thе 'Gram, these hoes bе watchin', they be stalkin'
If I put you on this flight, you can bring your partners, ain't no talkin'
Ain't no talkin' (Ain't no talkin', bitch)
And it ain't like I got shit to hide
Bitches know I'm tryna smash
She just tryna get a bag
If I wasn't rappin', I'd still be comin' down on candy slab
Told her, "If the internet crashed, you'd just be sellin' ass"
Louis bags, Prada boots (Yeah)
I show too much love to the strippers, scammers, and prostitutes
Left they other kids to come fuck with me, irresponsible (Fuck)
Messy ho, I just had to hit the block and then follow you
Wonder why I'm still dodgin' you, you stupid
[Chorus]
Neck game stupid (Yeah), wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Uh)
To tell the truth, I put my trust in groupie hoes, I'm disgusted as shit how I was movin' (Damn)
Don't get shot up by Cupid, that shit'll make you foolish
Neck game stupid (Yeah), wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck a bitch the deuces (Fiend)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless

[Verse 2]
Man, I'm so tired of these hoes, ridin' for these hoes
Everybody know you a slut and I'm sidin' with these hoes
Family first, don't let shit get divided by these hoes
Crazy when I copped her, go to her page, this bitch a monster
Petty Freddie, ho, it's back to bologna from steak and lobster
Couple bad draft picks on the team'll fuck up your roster
But I straight release a bitch, tell a ho to clean out her locker
Bitch, you stupid

[Chorus]
Neck game stupid (Yeah), wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck a bitch to deuces (Fiend)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless
Neck game stupid (Yeah) wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck a bitch to deuces (Throw the Fin)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless (Yeah)
[Outro]
Neck game stupid, wrist game stupid
You need to remain stupid, that's the whole fuckin' thing
And stay and remain in here
'Cause you can't go back to that shit
That shit is stupid
You stay over here with me, Freddie
With the stupid bitches with the double-jointed neck
You love that stupid shit, you writin' whole songs about this
Who you think gave you these stupid bitches?
I did, wrist game stupid, neck game stupid
Stupid bitches, n***as love stupid shit
Why n***as wanna make negative connotations out of stupid shit?
So we got to be thankful for that, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
But I remain— but I remain— but I remain— but I remain—