”I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, imma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin' like some cat piss
Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie
Tell me how it taste, I spend like 40 on my bitches
Times was rough, we had to pray
Niggas all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait
I put bitches on they feet, cut down the grass and saw a snake”