Bitch mob, bitch, what it do I make ya bitch f*ck me Real street nigga, so I prolly wouldn't trust me Stay with the Glock with the nine or the musket I'm the Based God, so your bitch wanna f*ck me Bad coke deal, so we call this shit husky Lookin' for a Lassie Infrared dotted shotgun lookin' classy Red dots on the boy, like a game Shoutout to bitch stone, I'm a make Twitter I got dope and stones, I got business stones Pretty rich, rockstar I'm Rolling Stones I got rows of stones I'm rollin' holmes Pop somethin' so quick that'll close your dome Pop somethin' so quick that'll expose your dome Come out, f*ck this bitch, and raid your home This is my time, I'm a f*ckin' shine Niggas out west with the vicious grind f*ck the boss, nigga, the bitch is mine Won't break her back, the bitch is mine Watch your bitch, fine The bitch won't survive I'm a f*ckin', like 'em wet and slidin', you feel me? Credit card and slide 'em Don't make me pull out the receipts if I'm lyin' I need a Mexicana Latina mami I need a gangster bitch with a body You feel me, that likes to start the party Pop a couple pills and I see you in the morning Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm talkin' Little B, Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm talkin' Little B, Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm sayin' Little B, Little B, Little B won't you please come f*ck with me