Speaker 1: Louis V to my last trip, bitch sick to the transcript Ho, you uninvited, tell me why the fuck your ass here You would think I was banging O.T. up, only fam here All you got that low to the last nigga, okay, go blam him Bitch can't come back on to the penthouse, she left her last year Niggas late as fuck, ran on 7M last year 20 niggas up, fuckin' good, she had a bad year Them niggas be cappin', bitch, you know we got a bag here Throw the script club up, twain and ones like it's confetti Fought her with a rubber, but the lil' bitch say she pregnant Uh, that's her all white, but the outside lil' spaghetti Fought her all night, slow and fast like DJ Fetty A bitch ask me for 500, I cut her off cause she petty Bitch, I give her bandit up, I give you 5K if you ready Pimpin' ain't easy, I'm on it going, bitch, if I let it Uh, I'm a real heater, I slay that, I don't slay my shit Uh, my bitches organic, I cut them off if they use edit Young turn, nigga, I want a bag, I don't want credit Uh, that money gon' buy a brick, but you can't buy that shit with credit I'm talkin' cash, shit, but if you up, then I'ma bet it You fuckin' hung, I'ma buy all shit you broke, nigga, I said it I'm bust up, then the bitch come check my wrist, flower said Uh, I bought a bitch a ring, but we ain't ready for no end I know these niggas snake, I can see these niggas shittin' Louis V to my last truck Bitch sick to the transcript Ho, you uninvited Tell me why the fuck your ass here You would think I was bankin' OTF Only fam here Oh, you got that low to the last, nigga? Okay, go blam him Bitch can't come back on to the penthouse She left her last here Niggas late as fuck Ran on 7M last year 20 niggas up Fuckin' good, she had a bad year Them niggas be cappin' Bitch, you know we got a bag here Uh-uh, bitch, you know we got a bag here Uh-uh, bitch, we know we got that cash Whoop a paper tag, switched again, didn't smash We ain't pickin' faces, whoop a bitch in the nigga ass Bruises on my hand, cause I been trappin' glass bags Your dough swankin' hard as fuck, I got some gas bags You lookin' for me just post-principle with the hash tag We don't do no rap, we drop the low, we spank his ass Louis V to my last truck, bitch stickin' to the transcript Ho, you uninvited, tell me why the fuck your ass here You would think I was bankin' OTF on the fam here Oh, you got that low to the last nigga? Okay, go blam him Bitch can't come back on to the penthouse, she left her last year Niggas late as fuck, rent on 7M last year 20 niggas up, fuckin' good, she had a bad year Them niggas be cappin', bitch, you know we got a bag here