I ain't have no sleep in bout a week

Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak

I'm f**king with whoever ride with me

Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see

I dont owe you boy I got here on my own

Back in them days I was out here on my own

Now these boys dont like I'm on the throne

Ain't no peace treaties boy dont call my phone



Smookin on Tooka with my click clack for the chi-chat

f**k nigga you better get back before your ass get wet

Niggas all about that chi-chat over that iner-nat

I ain't with that damn chi-chat on that iner-nat

Blammin at these f**k niggas like "Bow, Bow, Bang"

And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain

And I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings

Finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings

Put some wow-wow's on that range

Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherf**king Bama

Hoes say I talk like im from Ala-Bama

Nah bitch this ain't country grammer



Jackson just like Samuel

Did you read the motherf**king manual

Lemme check my schedule

Choppa go dududuh let go



I ain't have no sleep in bout a week

Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak

I'm f**king with whoever ride with me

Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see

I dont owe you boy I got here on my own

Back in them days I was out here on my own

Now these boys dont like I'm on the throne

Ain't no peace treaties boy dont call my phone