text: Im back on my Baby Jesus shit, nigga
  Didnt give a fuck, ha
  Firzt on the track
  I drop a bomb on a nigga 
  Run out of time on a nigga 
  Got so many hoes, I run away, they keep findin a nigga 
  Don’t know these niggas, like, Who that? 
  Say they want smoke, I’m like, True that 
  Ain’t sendin em threats on the net before we send a threat
  We gon pull up and do that 
  I don’t really fuck with these niggas 
  I know whats up with these niggas 
  He must have thought I was a ho
  Ima act like a ho and up on a nigga 
  I done got back on my steelo 
  They jocking my style and my lingo 
  Stack up them chips, Pringles 
  Throw them bitches in the back like Doritos 
  I just ran up on my plug, I ain’t comin back, I need one hundred racks 
  Hope you ain’t spend too much bread on that O, you can go get your money back 
  I bend my bitch over on the kitchen table, told her to throw it back 
  They callin my phone, but I’m workin
  I’m workin, I’m workin, I’ll call you back, uh 
  I go to work in some pussy 
  I got her twerking that pussy 
  These niggas praying for hoes 
  He go to church for that pussy 
  She be like, Fuck on me goofy 
  I’m showing love to my groupies 
  I make em pull out their phone 
  Turn that bitch on, it’s a movie 
  Movie , movie 
  Movie , movie 
  Movie , movie 
  Movie , movie 
  Movie , movie 
  I’m showing love to my groupies 
  I make em pull out their phone 
  Turn that bitch on, its a movie